A few years ago

There were only a few achievements in his life that Gabriel Agreste was genuinely proud of. One was the time when, after a carefully executed scheme, Mme Bourgeois had finally discovered his genius and opened the door for Gabriel to become the fashion icon he was today. Another was his childhood sweetheart Emilie finally noticing him and after a few years of a whirlwind romance becoming Mme Agreste. Their marriage and the birth of their son were the pinnacles of Gabriel's life. No other time he felt so happy and fulfilled- until one day it all shattered with a horrible accident. Without Emilie his life had lost all meaning and even Adrien, the highlight of their marriage, couldn't keep Gabriel from sinking into desperation. As Hawkmoth he had been obsessed with one idea only – to bring his wife back. He didn't care what it cost him - any sacrifice was worth another touch, one more embrace and a single kiss from his Emilie. So, he persisted, putting Adrien and all of Paris in danger. It was all worth it. There would always be something to fix the damage, and if there wouldn't be, it was still worth it. Even Nathalie had thought so- at least until one day when she unexpectedly betrayed him by handling in her resignation and walking out. Gabriel had said nothing but when she came back the next day to pick up her things he couldn't keep it in.

"I apologize, M Agreste, but that won't be happening," Nathalie calmly replied on his demands to stop this nonsense and resume her work. "I meant it when I resigned yesterday. I've blindly stood by your side for years, but enough is enough."

When he pressed for an explanation, Nathalie didn't say a lot. By her words, his pursuit had become an obsession ruining his life, and that she was done helping him in what he would probably never achieve and, in fact, she wasn't even sure anymore that Emilie herself would want such a high price to be paid for her life.

"It's been years, Gabriel," Nathalie concluded, her eyes pleading but with little hope. "Probably a decade and have you moved even an inch closer to your goal? They always win no matter what you do and they always will. They have many kwamis, a team and a Guardian; you are alone and alienating everyone even further by succumbing to this obsession of yours. Your life is slipping through your fingers and for what? Your son has left-"

"He moved out for school, Nathalie! Many kids do-"

"Adrien's been dreaming of escaping this house for years, Gabriel," Nathalie snapped back. "Can't you see how lonely and miserable you've made him feel? Sometimes even I felt like he is an orphan with a living parent."

"He has everything he needs-"

"Emotional abandonment is a thing, and it hurts more than a physical one."

"That's absurd!" Gabriel scoffed. "I didn't abandon him. He can always make an appointment to see me."

Nathalie sharply inhaled and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I don't know why I even bother anymore," she quietly added. "Like it or not, Gabriel, but you lost your son who is alive, trying to get back the wife who's been dead for more than a decade. If you are fine with that, then I have even less to do here than I thought."

Turning away, Nathalie walked off in silence.

"I didn't lose him!" Gabriel yelled as the door behind her closed with a thud. "Adrien is still my son even if he lives in a different place."

There was no one to answer him in his empty house, but despite that, he continued to yell all of the frustration out, until a now familiar sensation of pressure and burning coiled in his chest. Gabriel stilled and inhaled deeply, composing himself back to his usual self. A heartless traitor like Nathalie didn't deserve another moment of his and she, certainly, didn't earn the right to make him lose his composure. She wanted to quit? Good! The door was open! Scoffing under his breath, sick to his stomach and slightly dizzy, Gabriel walked away. Yet as he lay down to rest that night, he could help but admit it to himself - his house was empty, his career - barely surviving, his world all of a sudden felt like an endless void.

The time had only proven Nathalie right. Adrien hadn't called him. Gabriel had to ask his new assistant to call Adrien, but even when that happened, they had little to talk about. Adrien hadn't visited unless ordered by Gabriel, but even when he did, he didn't stay for long. Adrien had kept his life private, vanishing almost completely from Gabriel's.

Just like Nathalie.

A few times, out of the habit, Gabriel he had caught himself looking for her, but she wasn't there. He'd hired new assistants, but none of them were competent enough, not to say he couldn't even think of letting them help him with his supervillain activities. The lack of control had driven Gabriel crazy as he tried to survive and function as usual, but nothing worked. None of the four assistants he'd hired in the few months following Nathalie's resignation stayed. The sales of his designs were slowly but steadily declining as critics debated on why the celebrated fashion icon had been losing his touch over the past few years. His health was rapidly receding as well, the uncomfortable tightening in his chest being a regular occurrence now. Gabriel persevered. He had always been a strong and confident man. He could bear through this too and come out on top. Better than ever even!

Or so he thought. Because on one sombre evening a few months later, standing alone in front of Emilie's portrait, Gabriel let Nathalie's departing words ring in his exhausted mind for the millionth time. All of a sudden, an unexplainable wave of anxiety hit him. Gabriel closed his eyes, trying to concentrate but the thoughts were already running wild. What if Nathalie was right? What if he was chasing a dream that wasn't meant to be? Should he let it go? Should he abandon his wife like he did Adrien- Adrien. A tremble rushed through Gabriel's every nerve. His only son felt more and more distant with every passing day but he so clearly still needed him. Gabriel had much to give him yet, much to teach his son. Despite everything he wanted to be there and see Adrien grow into a strong man he knew his son could be. If only getting Emilie back hadn't consumed all of his time. No wonder even his career was suffering – Gabriel did his job half-hearted for too long now. Closing his eyes, Gabriel leaned on a wall and slowly slid down to the floor, dropping his head into his hands. He thought he could handle loneliness and misery just fine. He had to admit himself wrong as the first tears rolled down his face.

A few weeks later Gabriel Agreste broke down in front of the different portrait – the one from which his once-happy family of three was smiling upon him. He barely slept that night, fighting with the fiercest opponent he'd ever faced - himself. What had happened in those hours no one would ever know, but as the sun had risen, Gabriel got up from his bed and called Nathalie. Emilie Agreste was officially proclaimed deceased by the authorities that same week, and a funeral was held shortly after. Adrien attended the event and hugging his father at the end, whispered in his ear that moving on would be the right choice for both of them. Little by little their relationship started to improve, just as Gabriel's career. Hawkmoth was never to be heard of from that time on. Akumas disappeared along with him.

The time of the main events

"Adrien Agreste is single. Yes, ladies, you heard me right – one of the most eligible bachelors out there is perfectly single and had never been in a romantic relationship with Mlle Tsurugi. Don't get your hopes up, though, because while the pair confirmed exclusively to us today that they are and always have been just friends, they also admitted that the fake relationship we all fell for was a cover-up for a modern Forbidden Love Tale, featuring Adrien Agreste and a mystery girl. Yes, that's right - he is single, but he is not on the dating market, ladies. The identity of the mystery girl is unknown for now but we did find out that she is a childhood friend and a co-worker, which brings us to the source of the problem - a "no dating internally" policy that Adrien's father, the fashion tycoon Gabriel Agreste, has supposedly enforced in relation to his son. That, unfortunately, places the mystery girl on "Forbidden to Date" list and forces the couple into secrecy- at least from the public eye because one of Adrien's close friends insist that the couple is close and the young Agreste has been smitten with the mystery girl for years. The questions are remaining:

- What happened to prompt the Agreste heir to fake a relationship with Mlle Tsurugi at this particular time? Could Gabriel Agreste have suspected something and our own modern days Romeo and Juliet needed a diversion to avoid discovery and possible consequences?

- But more important what will happen now when the secret is out? What will the fashion tycoon do? Will he ruin the young love or step up and live in the present, allowing his son to love whoever he wants? M Agreste's fears to protect his son and his fortune are understandable, but surely our society had developed enough legal safeguards to avoid any unwanted consequences if Adrien's choice will prove to be a mistake.

Forbidden Love Story of Adrien Agreste is acting out right in front of our eyes, Paris, and the next step is on Gabriel Agreste. Keep watching. With the latest news, Nadja Shamack. Alec, back to you."

Nathalie turned the tablet screen off. "Do you want me to do something about it, M Agreste?"

"He is an idiot," Gabriel scoffed, pitching the bridge of his nose. "Nathalie, my son is an idiot-"

"I beg to differ," the woman protested. "Adrien might be oblivious in some matters and overly naïve but he is not an idiot and you know it."

"Graduating at the top of his class and excelling in Business Management isn't going to land him a wife," Gabriel barked. "He might be smart, but he is an idiot when it comes to common sense and dealing with people."

Nathalie quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? And who would you blame for that?"

Gabriel let an irritating huff out, leaning down in his chair and turning away to face the window. After a few moments of silence, he noted. "Though, she is a clever girl, this Mlle Tsurugi. In the given situation this was probably the smartest move for her."

"You don't suppose that it could've been Adrien's idea? Or the relationship could've really been a fake?"

Gabriel puffed. "Please, Nathalie. Adrien alone would never go public before confronting me first. And whatever relationship he had with Mlle Tsurugi was definitely not a fake, otherwise-"

The knock on the door interrupted him.

"Father?" Adrien peeked in. "May I come in?"

Gabriel straightened up and turned to Nathalie. "Could you give us a moment?"

"Of course," Natalie nodded and left the room.

As soon as the door behind her closed, Gabriel locked his gaze on his son, "I do not appreciate my name being dragged through the yellow press, Adrien."

"I didn't say anything to harm your reputation, Father."

"Oh, really?" Gabriel glared. "You as well as threatened me with your very public 'Poor me. My father doesn't allow me to live my life the way I want'. That was utterly unnecessary, Adrien. If you wanted to break up with that girl and date someone else you should've just done so. Why did you feel the need to needless whine about it to the whole world and drag me in this mess?"

Adrien frowned. "If you are so fine with me breaking up with Kagami now, why did you practically forced me to start dating just a few weeks ago in the first place?"

"I required of you to have a date for Fashion Week. What you do after that is none of my business," Gabriel barked.

"Aha," Adrien challenged. "If my dating life is none of your business then, I guess, you wouldn't care if I start dating Marinette, right?"

"Mlle Dupain-Cheng?"

"Yes. Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Why would I protest?" Gabriel puffed, crossing his arms on his chest. "Certainly, took you long enough to finally see her."

Adrien blinked. "What? But you said I can't date internally- by the way, don't you dare to fire her. I swear if you do-"

Gabriel sighed in exasperation. "You are so dramatic. Just like your mother."

Adrien stopped talking, dumbfoundedly staring at his father.

"Don't worry, I won't fire her," Gabriel assured, taking pity on, from the looks of it, the quite confused young man in front of him. "Why would I in my sane mind fire the most promising person in the company? I see you've exhausted yourself during the fashion week. You need to rest. I'll tell Nathalie to clear your schedule for the week."

Adrien cleared his throat. "Just to be clear - you are fine with me dating Marinette even though she is your employee?"

"I don't see the point in repeating myself, Adrien," Gabriel sighed, relaxing back into his chair. "But seeing your inability to realize things lately let me rephrase it in a way you will understand – I want this company to succeed and thrive even after I am no longer here and, no offence, but you didn't inherit what it takes. That's why someone as talented as Mlle Dupain-Cheng is highly desirable as your girlfriend for now and in the future as your wife and the mother of my grandchildren. I'm sure, with her talent any children of hers would be capable of bringing Gabriel to-"

Adrien almost squeaked. "Grandchildren? Father, what grandchildren are you talking about?"

"Mine of course," Gabriel scoffed. "Your future children, Adrien. You do plan on having them one day, don't you?"

Adrien pressed his lips together. "I believe that's none of your business."

"I see exhaustion influenced your manners." Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "I guess I can let it slip this time as long as you don't throw a tantrum and avoid having children just to spite me-"

"That's not the point!" Adrien seethed through his teeth. "Why are you thinking of grandchildren now at all?"

"A good businessman always thinks ahead," Gabriel retorted with a shrug.

"I- You- You know what? Just forget it!" Adrien groaned, then straightened up ready to leave. "I just wanted to tell you one more thing before I leave – I'm done blindly following your rules. This is my life and I'm going to live it my way."

"Look at you all grown up and using the language. How very adult of you." Gabriel quirked an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into his chair. "Still your rudeness isn't appreciated, Adrien. Grown up or not, I'm still your father."

"My father who kept me locked up all my childhood and even after I escaped you still manage to control quite a lot of my life."

"I did let you go to school, didn't I?" Gabriel answered. "You frequently attended the events you wanted and hanged out with your friends, didn't you? I did not place on you a single restriction that wasn't for your safety or benefit, and I certainly am not controlling you now, Adrien."

"You let me go to school because I kept escaping-"

"Wasn't very smart of you!"

"I was able to go only to a few hangouts because you overloaded me with extracurricular activities-"

"And can you tell me they didn't come in handy as you grew up?"

"You controlled my every step, Father but you were never there for me!"

"I was always available to you!"

"By appointment?" Adrien shook his head. "All I ever wanted, Father, was for us to be a real family and for me to have friends. Was that too much to ask for?"

"We were a family, Adrien," Gabriel retorted. "We still are and you have your friends. What else do you want from me?"

"Father, I-" Adrien paused. Gabriel could see a million emotions zoom through Adrien's face as he kept his eyes locked on him. Then his son breathed out as his shoulders slacked. He ran his hand through his hair and added. "Nothing. You're right – we are a family. Maybe not a conventional one but we are something." He sighed, running his hand through his hair before saying quietly. "I'm sorry I was rude, Father. The last couple of weeks were kind of hard on me."

"Believe me, I know." Gabriel could hardly keep himself from smirking as the corners of his lips trembled. "I saw that clearly in your lingerie photoshoot. Though, I suppose you should thank me for that."

Adrien's eyes widened and snapped to Gabriel. "Wait- Are you- all those photo shoots- and dinner- you ditched us both- and you sent her to work with me-" Narrowing his eyes on Gabriel, Adrien accused. "You did that on purpose? There was no education of any kind! You were playing matchmaking!"

"Oh! There was education," Gabriel stated with a satisfied look on his face. "Only it was you who needed a lesson on your own feelings."

He could see Adrien's blood boil as he clenched his fists and almost yelled back. "What were you thinking? That- that wasn't okay by any standards! Do you even realize how uncomfortable you made Marinette feel? She was mortified at that photo shoot."

"It's not like she didn't benefit from that whole situation-"

"Ugh! That's not the point!" Adrien barked. "Father, you can't play games like these with people and especially not with Marinette! She didn't deserve this! You have to apologize!"

Gabriel's eyebrows flew up before he frowned. "Apologize? I don't think you understand the whole situation, Adrien-"

"I don't care about the whole situation, Father! You've humiliated her and made her uncomfortable in front of a lot of people. You have to apologize!"

"Adrien, I-"

"Do you think she'd want to stay here when she finds out why she had to strip down and let other people take pictures of her nearly naked in compromising positions?"

Gabriel sat straight. "She benefited from that. Of course, she'll stay."

"Wanna bet? Because I will encourage and support her in finding a decent employer who would treat her with respect."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I certainly am." Adrien stood proudly. "You have to come clean to Marinette and apologize and then let her decide what she wants to do or I will do that for you."

Gabriel sharply inhaled, closed his eyes and remained in that position for a few moments, thinking. On the one hand, he was glad that his son finally got some backbone after all. On the other, that backbone was directed toward him right now. Thoughts raced through his mind as he calculated his options.

"I see you want me to handle this," Adrien said, and Gabriel flinched. He would not be putting at risk his company's future. He already went too far, invested too much in Marinette to risk her quitting now.

"I'll do it," he hissed. "I'll talk to her."

"And apologize?"

"I will."

"And I want all the proofs and photos from those photo shoots. You won't be publishing a single one."

Gabriel silently reached in one of his drawers and pulled out a file full of photos, proofs and two SD cards. "It was never meant to be published."

Adrien picked up the file and looked inside. His face flushed as he closed the file promptly. "Good. Then if there is nothing more for us to discuss, I'll be going."

Adrien barely stepped away when Gabriel spoke. "If we are being honest for once, let me make this clear - I'm placing big hopes in that girl. If everything goes as it has been so far, Mlle Dupain Cheng will most likely take over the head designer position after me."

Adrien stilled as Gabriel continued. "You are my son and I want you and our company to prosper even after I'm gone. You are highly competent in Business Management, but you can't design, Adrien, can you?"

Adrien shook his head. "I never pretended I can or even want to do that."

"That's why I take my time and educate Mlle Dupain-Cheng," Gabriel continued. "Her talent is extraordinary and with a little education, she's more than capable of doing the job. You'll be putting your degree to use and handling the business side of 'Gabriel', but it would be Marinette whom I will trust with designing."

"I'm fine with that," Adrien nodded.

"I knew you would be and at first I did not want you to complicate things with romance since those can easily go awry pretty quickly. But seeing you two pine one after another, or rather Mlle Dupain-Cheng pinning after you as you keep friendzoning her in your obliviousness while clearly having feelings for her for years just got on my nerves."

"So, you decided to open my eyes and get us together?"

"Business staying in the family is quite appealing, wouldn't you say? Plus, as I said already, your offsprings would have a good chance of being capable of carrying on my legacy. Talent runs on a genetic level, Adrien. She certainly has it, and I'm sure there are my genius somewhere in your genes-"

"Please, don't start this again," Adrien mumbled, lightly massaging his temples. "We just started dated a few hours ago and you already talking grandchildren. Just- Just stop. Don't talk about this at all. This is my relationship - I don't want you in it. I don't want you anywhere near it."

"Alright." Gabriel nodded. "For now, at least. But I will warn you, Adrien - I didn't spend all of this time teaching her only for you to this mess up. So, know this - if I see you screwing things up, I will interfere."

Adrien shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as Gabriel continued, "All I'm saying is - if sometime in the future your ways do part, you'd better do it in such a way that you two can still work together, because like it or not but she is the one I chose to lead 'Gabriel' one day."

Adrien sighed. "We are civil people. I'm sure we would be able to work things out if anything happened, which I doubt would, but still."

"This is real life, Adrien, not one of your animes," Gabriel said somberly. "It can get messy and unpredictable. Your every move, every decision is a bargain and a risk, and you'd better be prepared for the consequences of your choices."

"Then I guess I should indeed be thanking you for taking a risk on me and letting me date your prized employee, instead of keeping it safe with that 'no dating internally' rule," Adrien retorted with a hint of irony. "Thank you for the trust."

"Technically speaking," Gabriel responded with a nonchalant look on his face, picking up on of his pens to fiddle with. "Mlle Dupain-Cheng isn't my employee, so the 'no dating internally' rule doesn't apply to her, and therefore, she has never been forbidden for you to date."

"What?" Adrien's eyes flew wide. "How is she not your employee?"

Gabriel raised an eyebrow." She is my protégé, Adrien. There is a difference. She is my student, not my employee."

"But you pay her?"

"Of course, I do. I need Mlle Dupain-Cheng alive if I want to teach her."

"Father, that's not how it works. If you are paying her for work, she is your employee."

"This is my company, Adrien, and I decide what works here and how. I'm teaching Mlle Dupain-Cheng, and her 'work' is the same work that students do in school – assignments and tests if you may – yet those students aren't considered to be employed by their school, now are they?"

"Alright, you think what you want to, but didn't you just say you didn't want me to complicate things with romance? How is that not forbidden?"

"I did want to avoid you potentially messing the situation up with romance," Gabriel nodded. "But my wishes don't change the fact that Mlle Dupain-Cheng isn't considered to be my employee and that 'dating internally' rule has never really applied to her."

Adrien opened his mouth to comment, but an intercom buzzer interrupted him. Gabriel pressed the button.

"Yes?"

"Mlle Dupain-Cheng is here," Nathalie reported. "Should I let her in?"

Gabriel glanced at Adrien. "Yes, send her in." Releasing the button, he added. "Our conversation will have to be continued at another time, Adrien."

"Don't forget to apologize, Father," Adrien reminded as he headed to the door.

"How can I? You keep reminding me."

"I'll wait for Marinette outside so you'd better keep your word. Then—" Adrien smirked, "—I'm sure this won't be a problem since you seem to be quite desperate for her to remain your student."

"How perceptive of you," Gabriel snapped. "I see you're learning fast these days."

"Only because I have the best teachers," Adrien slightly bowed to his father with a smile on his lips. His tone, though, remained serious. "If you truly want Marinette here, Father, then respect is the least you can give her."

As the door behind Adrien cracked opened, he turned away to greet his new girlfriend, missing on his father's groan.

"Why couldn't you inherit my temperament?" Gabriel mumbled under his breath and stood up to greet his next visitor as well. It took a few more moments for Adrien to lean down, whisper something into Marinette's ear and gently kiss her cheek before he left the room, throwing Gabriel one more glare.

"Good morning, M Agreste," Marinette greeted. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes." Gabriel motioned her to a chair. "Please, take a seat."

As soon as Marinette settled down, Gabriel took one of the folders and placed it before her. "I won't keep you for long since you've been promised a day off today, Mlle Dupain-Cheng."

"That's alright," Marinette quietly replied, her smile so nervous even Gabriel noticed.

"In any case, we shall make this quick since I have only a few things to discuss," Gabriel continued, "Let's start with the easy one. He pushed the folder closer to her. "These are the photos of the most interesting pieces from Fashion Week. I'd like you to analyze them and write me a report on emerging trends and anything you would find worth of noticing. You have a week for that."

Marinette nodded. "I'll try my best."

"I'm sure you will. Now," Gabriel cleared his throat, "Adrien had informed me that you two have started dating."

Marinette seemed to tense as she answered quietly, "Yes, we did."

"Good." Gabriel nodded. "As long as this development won't influence your work ethic."

"No, M Agreste. It won't," Marinette assured him, looking a little surprised and dumbfounded. "I promise I'll continue to do my best."

"I have complete faith in you, Mlle Dupain-Cheng," Gabriel responded, before clearing his throat and pulling a white envelope from one of the other folders. Placing it before Marinette, he continued. "And the last question. Please, accept this as my apology, Mlle Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette frowned. "Apology?"

"Yes." Gabriel pushed the envelope closer to her. "In the last few weeks, I might have been pushing a line a little with a few rather unorthodox activities I've been forcing you to do."

"You mean that photoshoot?" Marinette quirked an eyebrow.

"That photoshoot as well," Gabriel nodded. "In case you're wondering - none of those photos will be published anywhere. I've already given everything I had, including the digital media, to Adrien. You two deal with it however you want."

A few silent moments had passed as Marinette thought about something before proceeding carefully. "May I ask you why you did it, M Agreste? Why did you feel the need to make me take those photos?"

Gabriel's eyebrows rose for a moment before turning away, he answered quietly but firmly. "Let's just say I do not appreciate when such levels of obliviousness as my son had showcased are tainting my family name."

"In other words, this whole thing was executed only to seduce Adrien with a half-naked me?"

"I merely showed him the woman he'd already been in love with from a different angle so he could finally get out of that irritating denial of his and realize his feelings. Nothing wrong with giving him a little push, or would you rather wait for a few more years before he would've got it himself?"

Marinette froze. "Nothing wrong with that? M Agreste, I signed up for a designing job, not for being photographed half-naked or act as a tool in your schemes, but that isn't the main point the point here! Do you even realize how uncomfortable you made your son feel?"

"Oh, yes, I do," Gabriel sighed, rolling his eyes. "That was quite evident."

"And you are okay with that?" Marinette scoffed. When nothing but a low hum escaped Gabriel, she fumed, standing up. "I can't believe this. That's not okay, M Agreste. You can't play with people like that, and especially with people's feelings. But if it doesn't bother you, as it seems not to, then, I think, it's time for me to re-evaluate if Gabriel is the place I want to work at."

"Mlle Dupain-Cheng," Gabriel responded immediately. "Let's not rush into anything right now. My family's matter shouldn't reflect on our business relationship."

"Of course, they shouldn't," Marinette snapped. "Too bad your family's matters concern Adrien and even if he wouldn't be dating, he is as close to my heart as my own family, which means that anything concerning him will reflect on what I decide to do in the future."

"Adrien and I have already spoken about the matter and cleared things up, so there is no need-"

"Did you apologize, M Agreste?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Did you apologize, M Agreste," Marinette repeated. "For making your son feeling mortified and exposed in front of who knows how many people?

"I believe issues as such are none of your concern, Mlle Dupain Cheng," Gabriel sneered. "I may admire your talent and have big hopes for you, but I will not tolerate this kind of attitude towards myself."

"And I don't think I want to work for someone with your kind of attitude." Marinette straightened up as she declared, "I quit."

"You can't-" Gabriel protested standing up, but Marinette didn't listen.

"And since I don't work for you anymore, I might just tell you what I think about all of this and you personally, M Agreste. I admire you. As a designer and a businessman, you are exceptional and brilliant. That's why I am here catering to your every whim – I want to learn from you, and, possibly, someday achieve even a tenth of what you've done. But as a father, M Agreste, excuse me, but you are a failure. Yes, you've given Adrien a house to live in and the best education possible but do you have the slightest idea how lonely and miserable he was all this time? Did you see how eager he was to escape the gilded prison you've put him into? You've abandoned him and took away the only thing he ever truly wanted – yourself and your love-"

"That's not true!" Gabriel growled. "I love my son!"

"Then prove it!" Marinette retorted. "You made him miserable once again so apologize for your actions. It's never too late to start because I know he loves you very much, M Agreste. He will accept you and love you back, but you have to make the first step."

The pair glared at each other in silence for a few moments before Marinette sadly smirked, murmured "Right" under her breath and headed for the door. The moment she reached for the handle, though, Gabriel called out. "Alright. You win. I'll do that."

Gabriel's jaw hurt from how hard he was pressing his teeth together, his knuckles as white as snow as Gabriel clenched his fists. Giving in to Marinette's demands were beyond embarrassing, but he achieved too much to give it up now. That was the first scheme of Gabriel's in a long time that had succeeded and he would do anything to see this victory through to the end, especially when the future of his son and his company were at stakes. In this particular situation, failure was not an option.

"You win," Gabriel repeated as Marinette turned around. "I will apologize to Adrien." He picked up the envelope that Marinette left behind and added, "Let's do this – you accept my apology and take a week off. Then we meet again and discuss how we can continue to work together."

"Alright," Marinette consented but nodding towards the envelope added, "I don't need whatever is in there. Your apologies to Adrien would be enough."

"A good businessman first considers the offer and then refuses," Gabriel proclaimed, offering her the envelope once again. "Let this be one of my lessons, Mlle Dupain-Cheng. How can you say that my offer won't be beneficial to you both of you if you haven't seen what's inside?"

"I don't want to gain at Adrien's expense."

"And you won't be. This is a part of my apology to you. Adrien is a different story and will be apologized to in an appropriate manner as well. But since you 'were also put out of your element, I'd like for you to be compensated for that."

"I don't need any money beyond what I earn, M Agreste."

"This isn't money. Take a look and then decide."

After a few moments, Marinette resigned, walked over and took the envelope. She frowned, pulling a few sheets of paper out and reading. "Two vacation packages to the Maldives?"

"I thought that after everything that happened you would like to get away for a while, especially after that stunt with publicity that Adrien pulled today. Media already started to hunt you down, Mlle Dupain-Cheng, so getting away to rest and prepare for what's coming might be a sensible choice right now."

"Why did you include two tickets?"

"I thought you'd like to bring someone with you to keep you company but, of course, if you'd prefer to go by yourself, you can do so."

Gabriel could see the hesitation on her face as Marinette was considering his offer for a few moments before she answered.

"That is very generous of you," she said. "And, to be honest, it does make sense to get away right now, but the only way I'm accepting this is if you apologize to Adrien first."

"I will," Gabriel assured her.

"Why not to do this now then?" Marinette asked. "Seeing that the plane leaves tomorrow morning, it's better to be dealt with as soon as possible. Adrien's waiting for me outside, so give me a few seconds."

Gabriel's internally groaned as Marinette headed to the door. He didn't wish to deal with it now. He'd been humiliated enough for one day. As Marinette opened the doors and stepped outside, Gabriel tensed, goosebumps running across his body. He pressed his lips together. He couldn't avoid doing it either because that meant losing his star designer, someone he already had made a mistake to invest in too much and envision as the only suitable candidate for taking after him. He didn't have time to find and train another talent. It was just too much to lose at this point. Gabriel almost growled out loud when a gentle, soothing touch against his chest from the inside of his jacket stopped him. Closing his eyes, the man inhaled. He could do this. He was strong and capable of winning anything that came his way. Maybe, he even should do it – from the looks of those photos, Adrien did live through a very personal embarrassment in front of his whole team. Not that he hadn't deserved that for his extreme obliviousness, but maybe Gabriel should've been more considered. Adrien did carry his last name after all and everything that happened to him would reflect on Gabriel, and he knew that. Otherwise, Gabriel would've never confiscated every possible picture and file related to those photoshoots.

His shoulders slumped as Adrien walked in and looked at him. Gabriel averted his gaze.

"I'll wait outside," Marinette smiled at them and slipped behind the door.

"Did you apologize to Marinette?" Adrien asked coming closer.

"I did."

"Good. Why did you want to see me again?"

"I-" Gabriel cleared his throat. "I believe I owe you an apology as well."

Adrien's eyebrows crawled up. "An apology? For me?"

"Yes," Gabriel sighed. "For that photoshoot and everything else basically. Accept my deepest regrets."

For a short while, Adrien dumbfoundedly stared at his father. Then a light smile sneaked on his lips. "You were obviously forced to do that but—" unexpectedly, he appeared right by Gabriel's side and put his arm on Gabriel's shoulder. "I appreciate the effort, Father. Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Gabriel muttered under his breath, feeling paralyzed. It has been too long since he had been experienced physical contact his son. Physical expressions of affection between them, in general, were rare – it was Emilie's domain – but even those had evaporated as Adrien grew older. It felt odd and uncomfortable, but Gabriel loved it nevertheless. He did love Adrien, even if he was bad at expressing that. Otherwise, he would've never even considered of giving up on Emilie and moving on those few years back. He did it for Adrien. Hawkmoth gave in so his son could have a father in his life again. "I gave Marinette a vacation package in addition to my verbal apology," he added as Adrien pulled his arm back. "She needs to rest and rejuvenate."

"Good idea," Adrien hummed. "She needs to get away right now for sure."

"I told her so as well," Gabriel replied. "You can have a week off to hide from the paparazzi as well who I presume are already on your tail searching for your mystery lover."

"Sounds good," Adrien nodded.

"And upon your return, I think, it's time you finally started to use that Business degree of yours."

"Oh," Adrien blinked in surprise. "Are you sure you are my father?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Adrien," Gabriel scoffed. "Of course, I am."

Adrien chuckled. "Well, I'm sorry for being suspicious, but my father insisted I'll be modelling until I'm in my thirties at least."

Gabriel frowned. Adrien laughed. "Am I getting too old and ugly to be Gabriel's face?"

"Don't be a fool either," Gabriel retorted. "You are at your prime right now as far as I can judge. However, by industry standards, you'll be less and less in demand as you reach your thirties. And since I've always intended for you to deal with the business side, you might as well start to get into it now."

"Sound good to me." A corner of Adrien's lips tugged in a smile. Glancing at the door, he stretched his hand to Gabriel. "If there is nothing else to discuss right now, I'll be heading off. Marinette is waiting for me."

"Alright," Gabriel replied. "Don't forget you have a week off."

"You've had enough for me for a while, huh?" Adrien teased.

"I'm sure we both need some time off from each other, not to mention I have a media mess to deal with right now thanks to you."

"A fine lesson for us both to learn to communicate better so these situations can be avoided in the future," Adrien concluded. "I'll see you in a week, Father."

As soon as the door closed behind him, a purple blur zipped from Gabriel's jacket with a satisfied smile on his face.

"You did very well, Master."

"I was humiliated and forced to apologize, Nooroo," Gabriel swore. "Do you know how many times in my life I've apologized? I wouldn't need ten fingers to count those and two of them happened just now. How is that doing very well?"

"You remained calm and overcame your biggest enemy, Master-"

"My biggest enemy isn't me! I'm in perfect sync with myself."

"You were on the verge of ruining your first successful scheme in years, Master. If you'd refused to apologize all your work would've been ruined-"

"Do you think I'm a fool, Nooroo? Why else do you think I agreed to their shameless demands and apologized?"

"And that was a wise choice, Master," Nooroo bowed. "With those apologies you've secured your victory and made sure your son and Mlle Dupain-Cheng got together just as you wanted. Not to say that you certainly improved your relationship with Adrien. Isn't it what you've been working towards for years now?"

"We are very proud of you, Sir," Nathalie added, suddenly appearing by Nooroo's side. "You over-exceeded all expectations and won despite everything. This calls for a celebration."

"I don't know about that," Gabriel frowned. "They just started dating, and I need them married and having a baby or two. I'm not getting any younger, and I'd love to know that this company will have a secure line of talented heirs."

"Adrien and Marinette are very protective of their relationship right now," Nooroo said, his eyes closed as he concentrated on something. "They both are eager to prove to each other their feelings are genuine and not a result of your schemes. Oh!" Nooroo paused, smirked and added. "They are going on the trip you gave Marinette together, Master, so I'd say you have nothing to worry about."

"Ah, so they took the trip?" Nathalie asked.

"They did." Gabriel sighed, rolling his eyes. "I had to improvise and come up with a different reason to give it to them on a fly, but they took it."

"Good," Nathalie nodded, opening up her tablet. "Are we sticking to the plans then or should I hold on all the 'accidents' that you've planned for the next month?"

"No," Gabriel grumbled. "Why would you do that? I said I need grandchildren."

"With all due respect, M Agreste," Nathalie sighed. "But I think it's time for you to step back and let Adrien take over."

"I'll have to agree," Nooroo added. "It's best to leave them alone now. They are cautious of everything and if you push any further, Master, you might cause an unpredictable and highly undesirable reaction. You've achieved the realization, confession and dating parts. Let's leave the rest to them."

"He is an idiot, Nooroo. He'll ruin it."

"I wouldn't say so," Nathalie objected. "Adrien tends to be very sweet and protective of those he loves. He was ready to do anything for Marinette when she was 'just a friend'; he'd go out of his way making her happy now that they are dating."

"Exactly," Nooroo nodded. "Remember what I've told you, Master - they're made for each other, so you have nothing to worry."

"Don't judge me if I find it hard to believe whatever ancient magic you use to determine who and what were made for each other, Nooroo," Gabriel noted skeptically. "This is a real world with real issues and the slightest mistake can send all my hard work to waste."

"My ancient magic, Master, has never failed me before," Nooroo responded. "But if it makes you feel better, I can always warn you if something were to go awry."

Gabriel turned away and thought for a few moments. "Fine." He finally seethed. "I'll leave the rest up to Adrien, but he has a year-"

"Gabriel," Nathalie interrupted, her eyebrow quirked. "Please, be realistic. If you want a marriage and a baby a year isn't enough. Make it five."

"He'll be thirty then. His fertility will-"

"Will be fine." Nathalie interrupted. "Thirty is the perfect age to start a family."

"Two," Gabriel, pressing his lips together. "Two years."

"Four," Nathalie countered with a calm facade.

"Alright, three," Gabriel gave in.

"Sounds good." Nathalie nodded. Returning her attention to her tablet, she added, "Now that that's sorted out, shall we return to your schedule?"

"Of course," Gabriel sighed, settling back into his chair. He had to admit - there was a shift in their relationship with Nathalie after he'd begged and she'd agreed to come back. She had more control over everything - her schedule, her responsibilities, her attire choices and even over him. If he was honest, Gabriel Agreste had Nathalie to thank for his company getting back to the heights of the fashion industry. With her impeccable administration and persuasion skills, Nathalie practically forced Gabriel to work his best and rebuild his company from the ashes. It was Nathalie who dragged him to the doctor for a check-up the minute she noticed his chest discomfort. In doing so, she saved his life. A quick surgery cleared Gabriel's arteries, but it was giving up on Hawkmoth-ing that lifted a considerable strain and helped Gabriel to recover. Little by little but he was getting there - his company was once again successful and relationship with Adrien, while far from ideal, nevertheless now existed and was improving. All of that happened because of Nathalie.

Maybe he should take her out for a celebration after all?

In the corner of his eyes Gabriel noticed Nooroo react to his thought with a subtle smile, so he brushed it away. He would never allow the day when that arrogant kwami would be proven right in thinking that Nathalie was not just his assistant to come. Any dinners and celebration will have to wait because Nathalie was his assistant, possibly a friend but he was not in love with her!

A few years later

Adrien hadn't waited for long. Gabriel wasn't sure if his son had even left Marinette's side for more than an hour after their Maldives holiday getaway in the first place, but only a few weeks later the couple had officially moved in together. Just a few months after that Adrien proposed and Marinette accepted. Even to this day, Gabriel couldn't hold back a smile, remembering how aggressively his son defended his decision for a quick proposal and Marinette's equally baffling instant agreement.

"I don't care what reasons you might have against this, I admit, a little-rushed decision, Father," Adrien argued right after announcing the news. "But we've danced around each other for way too long, and neither of us wants to wait or be apart anymore. So like it or not but we are getting married in May."

Gabriel only quirked his eyebrow. "Have you forgotten my plans concerning Mlle Dupain-Cheng, Adrien? Don't forget to invite me to the wedding."

Adrien did. His son and his fiancée delivered the invitation in person, and in late spring of that year, Gabriel attended the wedding that was proclaimed by the media to be the most romantic wedding of the century, despite being extremely private and small in size. The hour the newlyweds left for their honeymoon, Gabriel had started to rub his hands together, assured that the much-desired and hugely talented heir to his empire wouldn't take long to arrive now.

Days turned into weeks, those turned into months and a few years later Gabriel was a hair's breadth away from stepping back into the game. Had it not been for Nathalie and Nooroo he might have started to carry out one of his many schemes for an obtaining a grandchild; however, upon the slightest suggestion, those two immediately dismissed him as incapable of actually going through with any of his plans.

"Let's be honest, Gabriel." Nathalie quirked an eyebrow, struggling to keep a skeptical smile off her lips. "It's one thing for you to help your son realize his own feelings. It's completely different to manipulate him into having a baby. That would be cruel to say the least and knowing you for years, seeing you change recently, I'm quite certain you aren't that vicious anymore."

"Plus," Nooroo chimed in, proudly puffing his chest out. "I didn't want to tell you before I was absolutely certain, but a few weeks ago, there was a rush of extremely happy emotions in both Marinette and Adrien. Since then, they keep giving me sweet, happy vibes every day like nothing I've experienced from them before."

"That could be anything," Gabriel grunted. "Those two are always happy about something."

"Aha," Nooroo smirked. "But why then does Marinette feel exhausted most of the day and has been vomiting almost every morning or when she smells something called Camembert? If I may assume, I'd say that the baby already exists and they are just holding off on making an announcement."

"That's a viable possibility," Nathalie added, "I did notice Adrien's online shopping stray to the baby websites, but since he didn't buy anything concrete yet, I didn't pay special attention to that. Especially not since their friends had just had a baby - it could've been a gift for Zoië Lahiffe."

"Fine," Gabriel barked and turned away. "They have until Christmas to tell me. If they don't, I'll confront them."

The baby announcement came a few days later on Christmas Day, and in the middle of July of the next year, Gabriel found himself beyond anxious in a waiting room of the best hospital in Paris, awaiting the birth of his magnificent, taking-the-fashion-world-by-storm heir.

"Gabriel?" Nathalie entered the room. "Where is M Dupain?"

The man shrugged. "He insisted we need breakfast after the sleepless night and went to find some food."

"Has he been gone for long?"

"Five minutes or so. Why?"

Nathalie smiled. "The nurse said that the baby was just born, but they need about half an hour before we can go in. Hopefully, he'll return by then."

"A boy or a girl?" Gabriel rushed to ask, forgetting everything else, because those children of his had stupidly decided to keep the gender a surprise.

"She didn't say. Half an hour, Gabriel. You've waited for years; you can wait for another thirty minutes."

"Fine," he grunted and sat in a nearby chair - all that room pacing was giving his legs cramps, not to mention spending most of the night in here left him feel exhausted to the point of slight dizziness, especially because he had to listen to Tom's constant rambling. He understood the man was nervous but how would recounting his life story, business plans, and everything in between to Gabriel was supposed to help him calm down he couldn't comprehend. His stomach growled; Gabriel wrapped his arms around it, groaning internally. He'd always thought his in-laws to be overbearingly caring but maybe today Marinette's father had the right idea about breakfast and some food at this point wouldn't hurt? Hopefully, Tom would make it back in time for Gabriel to swallow whatever he'd found before meeting his new grandchild. He couldn't afford to present himself any less than perfect to his perfect heir. However, about twenty minutes later when Sabine, who had attended the delivery along with Adrien, came by, Tom was yet to return.

"Him and his insatiable obsession to feed everyone." The woman rolled her eyes. "Did he at least say where he'd go?"

"No," Gabriel replied. "But he did forget his cell phone on that table."

"Men." Sabine facepalmed. "Alright. You two can go meet the baby and I'll go find my husband."

"Are they ready for us?" Gabriel as good as jumped up from his chair. Sabine nodded and the man sped past her, Nathalie hot on his tracks. He quickly walked down the hall to the delivery room but paused right before the door, inhaling. Opening it was harder than he thought it should've been. On the other side, he saw a scene he could never forget. His beloved daughter-in-law, radiant as always, was resting in a bed with a smile on her face as she observed his son, who was slowly walking around, rocking a little bundle in his arms, whispering something to it. The moment Gabriel walked in, all eyes locked on him.

Adrien smiled and turned back to the bundle. "Your grandfather came to meet you, Emma."

"Emma…" Gabriel echoed. His magnificently talented, destined for greatness heir was Emma.

"Emma," Adrien repeated, walking closer and showing him a tiny baby swaddled in a blanket. Gabriel held his breath spotting a mop of blond hair sticking from under the tiny cap as his granddaughter moved her little lips and tried to crack open one of the eyes that hadn't obtained their clarity yet but were clearly green.

"Emma Agreste."

"That's a beautiful name," Nathalie said with a rare smile on her face. "Congratulations, Adrien, Marinette."

"Thank you," Marinette smiled back at her.

"Your mother went to find your father, Marinette. He's away, buying some food at the moment."

Marinette giggled. "So like Papa - he always tries to feed everyone."

Adrien chuckled with a knowing smile when Nathalie's phone vibrated.

"Excuse me," the woman apologized, glancing at the screen. "Somehow the media has heard of the baby's impending birth already and wouldn't stop inquiries. I've been dealing with this for a while now. I'll take it to the hallway."

"Can you not tell them yet?" Adrien asked before Nathalie could leave. "We want to have this time to ourselves."

"Of course." Nathalie nodded. "Congratulations again."

Gabriel cleared his throat as soon as his assistant exited the room. "Congratulations. I assume everything went well?"

"Everything went amazingly," Adrien cooed to Emma. "And we are a healthy and happy little girl, aren't we?" He paused and looked at Gabriel. "Would you like to hold her, Father?"

Gabriel blinked and puffed. "No. Of course, no. Babies are not my domain and have never been. It's your bundle of joy - you enjoy it."

Nevertheless, about a few minutes later the newly appointed grandfather was barely breathing as he stood in a middle of the room with a tiny human in his hands who yawned and scrunched her nose every few seconds. She clenched and released her little fingers and opened her eyes at random. Gabriel ceased any movements as she tried to make a noise and failed. That was what he'd strived for - an heir with fashion genes to take over his company and the industry. A calculated goal he'd finally obtained… Then why didn't feel so important anymore if this little person had any fashion sense in her whatsoever?

"Marinette-"

"Shhh," Adrien turned to Nathalie who just re-entered the room. "They are bonding."

"No one is bonding," Gabriel cleared his throat, summoning his manly, strict façade back onto his face. Fortunately, Nathalie's phone vibrated again, and, quickly informing Marinette that her parents had just called and would soon be here, she excused herself out of the room once more, sparing him the embarrassment. "Take this- take her away so I can move again."

"You know you can move with her in your hands, Father? You won't break her," Adrien chuckled but seeing that Emma started to fuss, obliged and took his newborn daughter back into his arms. "She's probably hungry," he reasoned and bringing her over to Marinette let her take over.

"Then I guess I'd better depart," Gabriel fixed his jacket. "Congratulations again, Adrien, Marinette. I wish you a speedy recovery and hope to see you soon back in the office."

Adrien frowned. "We discussed this, Father. Marinette will come back when she is ready."

"No one talks about a full day workload," Gabriel retorted. "She can come in for a few hours a week or work from home."

"Father-"

"Working from home sounds like an interesting idea." Marinette interfered. "I'm sure we can work something out once Emma is older since I doubt I'll be able to refrain from designing for long myself, but for now I want to focus on my family."

"We'll let you know when Mari wants to go back, Father," Adrien stood by his wife. Gabriel groaned inside. They had been like this ever since he admitted to scheming - overly protective of their relationship and cautious around him. It was getting better since he, as promised, had refrained from any further intrusions into their lives, but still every so often when he tried to suggest something the walls went up. Though, Gabriel had to give them due - if his advice were sound, they would usually accept it, if only on their terms.

"Alright," he sighed. "That sounds reasonable enough. I assume our dinner today is cancelled?"

"Yes." Adrien nodded, looking at Marinette as they seemed to communicate without words. "I think we'll skip this one and maybe one more, depending on how my girls feel." He paused for a moment, a mischievous smirk sneaking onto his lips. "Since you have a free evening today, Father, why don't you take Nathalie out to celebrate Emma's birth?"

"What? Why would I do that?" Gabriel stilled, staring back at Adrien.

"Why not?" his son's smirked deepened as Gabriel felt Nooroo stir in his pocket, undoubtedly laughing. "You know, like a business meeting, only you talk about everything but business. Today, for example, you can discuss Emma and all the dominating the fashion scene plans you have for her."

Gabriel cleared his throat and straightened. "Nathalie is my assistant, Adrien. You seem to forget that."

"Marinette is my co-worker," Adrien replied. "We're married and we just had a baby."

"That's preposterous, Adrien. Why would you think that-"

"Oh, come on, Father," Adrien urged. "Nathalie is like family - she's waited for this as much as we all did, so I'm sure she'd love to celebrate Emma's birth. She deserved to celebrate. Give her an evening off, take her out, let her rest. She's working way too hard for you every day. This could be your chance to repay her."

The baby let out an irritated cry, rubbing her face against Marinette's chest.

"I'd better go," Gabriel rushed to say. "Your daughter looks hungry and she seems to have inherited your temper. I'll talk to you later. Get well soon, Marinette. Goodbye."

Shiftily, Gabriel escaped out of the door before anyone can bid him farewell and immediately bumped into Tom.

"A boy or a girl?" Tom blurted out instantly.

"Wait! Don't tell him," Sabine intercepted. "Let him find out for himself. You're almost there, Tom. Have patience."

Gabriel stepped aside and held the door open. Sabine didn't wait long to get in and soon the pair of men heard her happy gushing about baby Emma.

"So a girl?" Tom asked, still standing in place, holding a few takeout packages and a tray with coffee cups.

"A girl." Gabriel nodded. "Emma Agreste."

"How- how does she look?" Tom swallowed.

"She's-" Gabriel stilled for a second, thinking as to how better depict the tiny creature he'd just encountered, but the correct words escaped, his usually extensive vocabulary failing him at the moment, and he doubted that "Perfect" would be enough. "Why don't you go in and see her for yourself, Tom?" he gave up after a few moments.

"Yes. Right." The man stirred and inhaled, nervously chuckling. "A bit nervous, you know. First grandchild and all."

"Yes, I do know," Gabriel mumbled. "You've told me that a few hundreds of times today already."

"This is for you and Nathalie." Tom offered him one of the packages and two coffee cups.

"Thank you." Gabriel took the offering and continued to stand in his place since the other man didn't move as well.

"Tom, get in here." Sabine peeked out of the door and nudged her husband inside.

"I'd better go," Tom chuckled again. "See you around?"

"Yes." Gabriel nodded and directed his sight to the hallway as soon as the pair disappeared into the room. Immediately, he spotted Nathalie a bit further down the hall speaking on her cell phone. His mind rushed back to Adrien's suggestion. What an absurd idea he'd proposed! Why would he, Gabriel Agreste, take Nathalie out on a date? She was his assistant! Just his assistant and nothing more! Gabriel grunted and walked down the hall. Could it be that Nooro got to Adrien and now they were both conspiring against him? No. Absurd. Nooroo was always by his side.

Just like Nathalie.

Nathalie was by his side for so many years Gabriel had lost count now. She'd been there when he had just started 'Gabriel.' She'd been there for him when he was trying to revive Emilie. She'd been there for Adrien when he wasn't. She had left only to shake him to his senses. She might have saved his life and his family by that. In one thing Adrien was right - Nathalie was like family now. So maybe a dinner won't hurt? Not a date, just a dinner between- let's say old friends who happened to work together? He did just become a grandfather. He deserved to celebrate as well because that fussy tiny thing was sure to take the fashion industry by storm, bringing him honour and making the Agreste name even more well-known.

"We should celebrate, Nathalie," Gabriel stated, settling in his car. "A healthy grandchild is a cause for celebration, no?"

"Of course, Gabriel. Where would you like to go?"

"I don't care. You choose, Nathalie."

"Alright. How does Le Meurice sound?"

"Acceptable."

"Good. Your table is already booked for six."

Gabriel looked at Nathalie. "You already booked it?"

"Nooroo dropped by a little earlier and said it'd be a good idea in case you'd like to celebrate."

"Nooroo did?" Gabriel echoed, wondering how did he not notice his kwami slipping away. "What else did Nooroo tell you?"

"He suggested wearing the red dress you gave me for my birthday two years ago and the necklace from the year prior."

Gabriel hummed. Those two would go well together. It seemed that Nooroo had picked up good taste, after all, spending all those years in Gabriel's presence. Or maybe it was the better-quality fabric he was lately snacking on that made him smarter? In any case-

"Good choice," Gabriel nodded, petting the breast pocket of his jacket.

Little kwami inside chuckled, pleased. It took him quite a while, but slowly he was finally achieving every kwami's goal - to lead their wielders to the best versions of them they could be. His Master hadn't been perfect the day they met, and Nooroo doubted he'd ever be. But little by little this formerly obsessed-with-the-past, power-hungry madman was transforming into an acceptable if not a decent version of a father and a good, reasonable employer. It was Nooroo's side project, but quite possibly, if the way the things were going, Gabriel would soon be a more or less adequate partner in a romantic relationship as well. The little kwami smiled to himself, nibbling on his Master's silk handkerchief. The Guardian would be pleased, his brethren will be excited for him and he- seeing one of the most complicated humans he'd ever worked with to finally be happy again would be enough for Nooroo.