The sky was swiftly becoming dark as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. The evening stars began to twinkle in the sky and cast a soft glow on the city of Paris. Sitting atop the balcony roof of her parents’ bakery, Marinette sat with an open sketchbook in her lap. The current page was blank as she taped her pencil against her chin. Her company for the evening was sitting just beside her, stretched out on her lawn chair. She groaned in frustration and none other than Chat Noir himself opened an eye to look at her.
“What’s wrong, Purrincess?”
She sighed heavily.
“I’m trying to design...
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