In which Chloe is still somewhat delusional about what her relationship with Adrien is actually like

Chloe Bourgeois was planning on having a perfectly lovely day. Her father had bought her a pass to a few hours in the spa in the morning, and then she had been given permission to go shopping afterwards, since her wardrobe was dreadfully out of style and needed replacing (she couldn't be seen wearing last year's styles, obviously, and there were some lovely new things out from some of her favorite designers). She had the whole rest of the day free to do whatever she wanted after that.

But she wasn't going to worry about that now, Chloe decided as she relaxed into the massage table. She could wait until later to decide what she was going to do with the rest of her day. Maybe there would be some famous people staying at the Grand Paris and she could hang out with them, or maybe she would simply have a day all for herself and watch her favorite movies all afternoon while snacking on gourmet chocolates. Either would be quite fun.

Once her massage was over, Chloe headed straight for her favorite boutiques for a bit of shopping . She had to endure a few minutes of dealing with rude shopkeeper's assistants before the designers themselves came running out to wait on her personally. It didn't take long for her to pick out a few things and commission a few more, and then Chloe was headed on her way. It was the perfect day.

Granted, there was one tiny problem. Her phone screen had gotten broken to bits the day before during a small tantrum about not getting the newest model of her phone as soon as it came out, so she had to spend the day without it while her dad ordered the phone she wanted and got it delivered right away. That meant that she couldn't text Sabrina or post pictures of herself at the spa or shopping at the mall so all of her followers could see what she was up to, but she had found that she really wasn't that bothered by it. It was nice to not be constantly interrupted with texts from Sabrina all day long, and she found that she could enjoy her massage much better when she wasn't checking her phone or trying to twist herself into getting a good angle for a selfie.

After popping into a jewelry story for a quick look-around (even if her father had forbidden jewelry shopping for the next few months after she ran up a bill that was a little too high his tastes, that didn't mean that Chloe couldn't look for pieces that other people could give to her as presents!), Chloe went out for lunch at a high-end new restaurant that had been getting absolutely amazing reviews online, and then spent the afternoon lounging in her room, giggling with some actresses that were staying at the Grand Paris. She borrowed her butler Jean-Pierre's phone to take some selfies with them so she could show the photos off online later, and then only once they had left did she flounce over to her father's office.

"Darling, your new phone came in!" her father said cheerfully, waving at where his secretary was hunched over a phone. "Britta is just getting it all set up for you now and getting your information from your old phone put into the new one. And did you know that there's all sorts of phone covers you can choose from that would help protect your new phone? I ordered several, and you can pick which one you like best."

"Thank you, daddykins!" Chloe squealed happily. She dug through the covers- clearly the secretary had helped pick the covers out, because her father's taste was not this good- and picked out the best one. Britta slid it on the new phone, and then handed the device over to Chloe.

Armed with her new phone, Chloe trotted happily back off to the Grand Paris for dinner. She had about a million messages from Sabrina, for some reason, but those could wait. After all, Chloe needed to text her Adrikins first. She had remembered on the way over to her father's office that she needed to email him, since he was now all alone in London without her to talk to all the time and he was doubtless miserable without it. She knew that he would want to tell her all about the move, and maybe he would even invite her over to visit.

(Why he had decided to go to London, she didn't know. He hadn't even asked her what she thought about it! It was really rather rude of him not to ask his best friend (and future wife) what she thought about him going over there for school, even though he already had a perfectly good degree and could be putting it to use earning money for their wedding.)

Chloe spent all of dinner putting together a lovely email on her computer, even attaching a whole bunch of photos of herself that she had taken with her new phone, because obviously Adrien would need pictures to decorate his new apartment and what better photos to use than ones of her? She had everything saved and ready to send (and a couple extra photos of herself attached, just for good measure) when Jean-Marc stuck his head in her door.

"Miss? Your friend Sabrina called the hotel in quite a state. She said that you haven't responded to any of her texts. I reminded her that your phone had been broken last night and you only just got a replacement, but she still seemed rather agitated."

"I'll take care of it, Jean-Paul," Chloe said loftily, waving a hand in his direction. Whatever Sabrina was upset about could no doubt wait until after she emailed Adrien. "Did she say anything else?"

Her butler only shrugged. "She said something about Facebook, but I couldn't quite make out what it was that she was saying."

Something about Facebook? Perhaps Adrien had posted a particularly handsome photo of himself and Sabrina, being the caring friend she was, had wanted to make sure that Chloe saw it. Chloe would have to check it out. "Okay. That's all?"

"That is all, madam." Jean-Luc made a short little bow and then backed out of the room, closing the door behind himself. Chloe turned back to her computer and opened a new tab so she could check her Facebook. She hummed happily to herself as the page loaded, imagining what unintentionally handsome pose Adrien would be in in his newest photo. Maybe he would even be wearing yellow! He was always so handsome in yellow, especially because then they matched.

And then the pictures loaded on her screen, and Chloe screamed. Because while yes, Adrien had posted new photos online, and yes he looked very handsome in them, the photos were of him at his wedding.

Adrien. At. His. Wedding. And he wasn't marrying her, like he was supposed to, but Marinette Dupain-Cheng!

Was he insane? Was he being blackmailed or something into getting married to that girl? Was she promising him free pastries or something? It couldn't be true, it just couldn't.

Chloe was practically hyperventilating as she scrolled through all of the photos. She was living a nightmare now, she really was. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to throw a tantrum.

It just. wasn't. fair.

Chloe sniffled rather pathetically as she munched on another chocolate in her room. Adrien had posted a video of his wedding online earlier, and it had taken everything she had to not throw her phone through her window and scream in denial.

(Her father had taken the computer away the previous night so that she wouldn't post any nasty comments on Adrien or Marinette's photos. It was a rather useless move; she would rather text Adrien directly to figure out what was going on but he wasn't responding, and Marinette had long since blocked Chloe on Facebook. She would have texted Marinette some rather nasty things, but she had lost her former classmate's number long ago.)

So now she was drowning her sorrows in chocolate, her favorite movies, and the occasional glass of wine. Jean-Michel refused to give her the whole bottle at once. Apparently it wouldn't be ladylike or seemly for her to drink that much at once.

Apparently no one told Adrien that it was unseemly to elope with Marinette Dupain-Cheng the second he got to London.

A knock on the door stopped Chloe from downing another chocolate (she was going to have to go to the gym now! That was just one more thing Adrien was going to have to answer for). She put the chocolate down and sat up. Perhaps it was Jean-Pascal coming with another small glass of wine. "Yes?"

Jean-Henri stuck his head in. "Mademoiselle, your friend Sabrina is here to see you. She says she has news-"

"I don't care! My Adrikins is married and nothing will ever be okay again!"

"But he's not, Chloe!" Sabrina burst out, pushing past Jean-Claude and dashing into the room. "Have you checked Facebook recently, Chloe?"

"Yes, and there was a video! That Marinette Dupain-Cheng must have gotten them to take it to rub it in my face-"

"It's fake! It was a prank!" Sabrina waved her phone in front of Chloe's face. "He didn't get married for real!"

Chloe gaped at her for a second, then reached out and grabbed Sabrina's phone, staring at the screen. Adrien's Facebook was pulled up and Sabrina had zoomed in on the newest post. It was a picture of a bunch of random people plus the wedding party and Adrien and Marinette. Under it was a caption.

'Thanks to everyone who helped us pull off the impromptu wedding! In case you haven't already guessed, it was completely fake. I'm slightly concerned by how many people thought we weren't kidding though! :D'.

Chloe gaped, then smiled, then scowled.

Oooh, Adrien was in for the scolding of a lifetime next time she saw him. She was going to have to go to the gym now to work off all of the chocolates and wine she had eaten because she was distressed by his stupid prank, and Chloe hated the gym. He would have to really grovel if he wanted to get back into her good graces, or maybe buy her one of the necklaces that she had been eying the previous day. Either that, or he would have to take her on a date.

Yes, that would be best, Chloe decided after a moment of thought. A date with Adrien where she could remind him who he was supposed to be with. She could drop hints about getting a necklace as a Christmas present while they were out together so he would know what to buy for her, since his father hadn't put any stupid limits on his spending. She would make him promise not to pull any stupid stunts like that in the future, too.

After all, her figure simply wouldn't be able to handle the stress again.

A/N: This particular collection of one-shots is assorted scenes in HTFAM. I don't know for sure how many chapters there will be total (I really don't plan them out in advance at all) but there should be at least a few over the course of the entire story.

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