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BREAKING NEWS.

Wedding bells are in the air for two Paris stars!

After months of rumors, unconfirmed sources, and sneaking around, it's finally official—Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste are engaged!

The model son of fashion icon Gabriel Agreste, 25, and the designer mogul, 26, have sealed their relationship of seven years with a ring, according to exclusive photos posted by La Vie last Thursday. Cheng was spotted with an estimated 3 carat cushion-cut diamond on her left hand, and boy, all we have to say is this: ABOUT TIME!

The pair started dating following Cheng's entrance as an intern in 2018 to Jolie magazine, where Agreste was frequently featured. The amateur designer soon became a smash-hit, and took all of France by storm when she launched her own publication, Coccinelle, in 2022. Four years and millions of magazines sold later, no one has their finger on the pulse of Paris like Cheng. Sources close to the couple say that while being the CEO of a multi-million dollar company has its difficulties, the pair is closer and happier than ever.

Who wouldn't be, with the size of that rock?

"Adrien is really supportive of the whole thing," a source tells us, adding that "Her success is his success. He's so excited to take on the next chapter of their lives together."

We're so excited to see what the future holds for Paris' favorite couple! From all the crew here at Mon Dieu, we wish them all the happiness in the world!

Adieu, cheries!

xoxox

Marinette pulled her scarf tighter over her hair as she sped past the newsstand outside of her apartment, trying very hard not to notice her own plastered smile glaring at her from nearly every cover.

God, this could not be happening.

She and Adrien had known it was going to be news. They were both high-profile figures, famous in their own right. He was a desired model starting up an acting career. She was the head of a company bigger than she knew what to do with.

But she hadn't realized it was going to be this much news.

Neither of them had even confirmed it. There was nothing from either of them on social media, and they had yet to announce it at their respective workplaces. All she had done was step out of her home with the ring on the right finger.

She had apparently underestimated how closely the public was watching her. It was almost unsettling.

She adjusted her large sunglasses to make sure they were still in place as she scampered through the doors of her building and through the lobby.

"Congratulations, Ms. Cheng!" the doorman called as she passed.

She flinched, jamming the 'up' button on the elevator harder than necessary.

Once the doors had safely closed behind her and she was alone, she closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall with a groan.

This was so much. Too much.

It wasn't that she didn't love Adrien. She did, with all her heart. When she pulled him off of his knees and told him 'yes', it was the best decision she had ever made, and she wasn't embarrassed to say so. Adrien was all her dreams realized, the best part of her, and she had left on the ring because she wanted the whole world to know that she was his.

She just hadn't realized how much the whole world would care.

Tabloids. Newspapers. Talk Shows. They all wanted a piece of her and Adrien immediately, and it knocked the wind out of her. Yesterday her publicist had called in her a panic, demanding to know why everyone had suddenly wanted a piece of her time. That's how Marinette had to tell her the news.

That was the worst part of the whole ordeal. The reporters were forcing her hand, making it impossible for her to tell her family and friends this happy news on her own terms. Now that her business was the public's business, she had to be quick if she didn't want her parents finding out every detail of her personal life from a magazine.

Ridiculous.

The elevator finally made it to her floor, and when the bell rang and the doors opened, she peeked carefully out to make sure there were no cameras before proceeding. Her complex was generally very good about security—she and Adrien weren't the only two celebrities that found their home here—but last night, she had somehow been swarmed.

A sigh of relief escaped her when it was silent.

Her apartment was one of two on the floor, and she turned the corner quickly as she fished for the keys in her purse. But before she could even extract them from the mess, her door flew open, and a strong pair of arms pulled her through the threshold and swung her around.

She was laughing when Adrien set her down, closing the door and pushing her gently against it in a single motion. He covered his body with hers, pressing their foreheads together with an infectious smile.

"Hi, fiancée."

There was something about him that made all of her worries disappear in an instant.

"Hi, fiancé."

"What's with the costume?" he asked, taking off her sunglasses and scarf and putting them onto the table by their entryway. She sighed.

"I had to take the back entrance out of work today," she told him, pulling a crumbled edition of La Vie out of her handbag and handing it to him. "The cat's out of the bag. We're front page news."

"Was that a pun?" Impossibly, his grin grew wider, and he beamed at her proudly.

"You were bound to rub off on me sometime. Now, look at it"

He flipped to the spread mentioned on the cover with ungodly haste, nodding in approval at the glossy image of the pair of them someone had taken at an event the year before. "My hair looks good here."

He seemed unruffled, and that ruffled her. "Is that all? You aren't annoyed at this—this blatant lack of privacy?"

"When have we ever had privacy, Mar?" He kissed her cheek. "Alya practically stalked you in lycée as Ladybug. Why is this any different?"

"Because when I didn't want to be famous anymore, I could turn back." She sighed. "Ladybug is a part of who I am, but when people see her, they don't really see me. They're all looking at me now, and it's still hard."

"I guess I'm used to it." He rubbed a sympathetic hand down her shoulder. "I've always had people following me around. But you learn to ignore it. It's all garbage anyway. Listen to this:" He held up the article. "'A source close to Marinette tells us that she thinks the ring is too plain for her tastes, and that she expected more from a fashion icon like Adrien!'" He looked up with a snort. "Is that what you really think about it?"

She held up her hand, where the absolutely incredible diamond glimmered, and grimaced. "Well, it is a bit gaudy, don't you think? You might have picked something a little more innocuous, something that all the tabloids wouldn't have picked up on…"

He raised an eyebrow. "You love it."

Heat rose to her cheeks and she met his gaze, giggling happily as she broke her character. "I do. I love it so much. It's perfect."

He leaned down to give her a peck. "I know. You know. Your family knows. Our friends know. That's all that matters. Let everyone else think what they want."

She smiled, dropping her back and wrapping her arms around his neck to keep his lips pressed against hers. They shared a lingering kiss, and she felt her heart soar.

She loved this boy.

"You're right," she said as he took her hand, guiding her into the kitchen. "What's that I smell?"

He grinned again, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "I figured my mogul fiancée would have a rough time at work, and I didn't have a job today. I can't cook, but I did go all the way to the Fifth District to get takeout."

"You spoil me," she laughed as she took the seat he offered her, pulling out a carton of noodles.

News aside, they were going to be just fine.

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Until next time!