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Lila looked at Adrien with a new intensity.
More than a love.
It had become a mission.
The earrings had no power.
But they had a shape.
An image.
And she had the ring.
Not hers. But on the finger of the one who loved her. So she thought to herself:
"Why not reprise the role?
Why not become... the one everyone was waiting for?"
A private ball was held in a renovated old theater to celebrate their "new era," as she called it.
Lila had a bright red dress with subtle black patterns prepared.
Adrien, on the other hand, wore a black suit with feline lines.
To those who witnessed the scene They seemed perfect.
Modern. Shiny. Destined.
But in Lila's eyes, there was more: a reconstruction.
She placed the earrings helplessly in her own ears.
They didn't shine.
They didn't vibrate.
But in her head, they were enough.
"With you... I can rewrite everything," she whispered to Adrien.
"Rewrite what?" he replied, smiling.
My eyes, Adrien had, instead of his green eyes, he had had colored eyes, blue?
It's starting to shake her enough for Adrien to notice.
Will that require Adrien to give a worried enough look?
She didn't answer.
She shivered.
But she continued.
Across the ocean, Marinette woke up abruptly.
A confused dream.
Red and black lights.
A shadow wearing her earrings.
She stood up, confused.
And without understanding why, she picked up a pencil and began to draw.
A mask. An outfit.
Not her own.
But the one she would have worn if she had never left Paris.
And, Elaris Thurel, were watching all this from the margins of reality.
Lila had just placed the last pawn of her own illusion.
But what she didn't know was that the real rules would begin in Part II.
Because you can play the hero.
But you can't steal a destiny... without consequences.