EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH FASHION DESIGNER MDC!

GABRIEL AGRESTE'S TAKE ON FASHION BRAND MDC

WHO IS MDC?

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MDC-the anonymous fashion brand that anybody who was anybody knew about and wanted. Boutiques ran out of their clothes in minutes. Celebrities showed off their commissioned works. Even Gabriel Agreste was interested in this new competitor.

They had become a sensation overnight, after Jagged Stone flaunted a jacket they had made for him at an interview.

"They are such a lovely person-they didn't expect any pay, just handed it to me as a gift. But you see this embroidery don't you Nadja? It's gorgeous and they did it all by hand-it must've taken them weeks! So I gave them a fine cheque and rushed out before they could decline."

The next day, E-Mails from celebrities asking for commissions came flooding in after the interview.

Marinette could handle it-her parents helped clear out the spare room so she could have her own sewing space. She had magazines strewn across the desks and designs plastered on the wall, hidden by fabric draping around them. Her sketchbook lay proudly on a table along with several pencils and pens of varying colours-her most prized possessions (aside from her miraculous).

What she couldn't handle was a borderline sociopathic Italian claiming to know her.

"Oh yes of course I know MDC, I actually was the one who introduced them to Jagged Stone! I found them making the very jacket Mr. Stone was wearing last week, and told them to go and give it to him, which he wanted to do but was too scared to."

Alya gaped at her in awe. "That is so sweet of you Lila, you really are so caring."

"Thank you so much Alya, I could get you an interview with them for the Ladyblog-Ladybug and Cat Noir looked so cool in those outfits he designed!-but they are very shy so don't hold your breathe hun"

"Really? Yes please-that'll get my views back up! You're the best!"

Marinette was tired of trying to convince her friends that they were going to get hurt. She had warned them about Lila's lies, but whatever.

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous," a sneering blonde said, taking a seat at the back next to Marinette. Alya had come up to her earlier and asked/told her that she needed to sit at the back as Lila's tinnitus was back and she needed a spot at the front.

She could've at least pretended to care.

"If even you can see through that idiot's lies, then our class really is full of imbeciles,"Chloé stated.

"Why do you care?" Marinette responded.

"Sabrina prefers her over me. Can't she just take those rose-tinted glasses of hers off and fact check for 5 minutes?"

"Amen," Marinette said, too quietly for anyone to hear, staring at Alya whilst doing so, who was just gossiping with the brunette.

"No way!" She heard Alya squeal.

"Yes, MDC asked me out at the weekend! It was really sweet, but you know about me and Jagged Stone's secret son. I wish I could've said yes but I couldn't do that to either of them, so I let them down gently," Lila said from across the room.

"Oh come on!" Chloé whispered to Marinette, "At least she could make it believable. Number 1-isn't Jagged Stone's son that cute Luka boy that has a crush on you? And number 2-I know for a fact you're still going after my Adrikins, you would never ask that worm out."

Marinette dropped her pencil in shock. How did she know?

"Oh come on don't act so surprised. Mummy told me all about your mini fashion empire after she visited you. And besides, you aren't exactly subtle about it-your sketchbook has MDC in the cover, they're your initials, you are constantly looking at your designs in magazines which by the way-there is only room for one narcissistic bitch in this class and that role has been filled, although she's making it feel a bit cramped," Chloé said, staring at Lila pointedly.

"Have you told anyone?" The dark-haired girl queried.

"Do you really think that highly of yourself that you think I would willingly talk about you?" Chloé snapped. She caught herself before insulting the designer further, and continued.

"Sorry, still pissed about Sabrina," she choked out. Apologising to former(?) enemies was not easy.

Marinette nodded in understanding, telling her old(?) bully it was ok. She broke a macaron in half, and offered part of it to the blonde.

"Um calories? No thanks."

"Symbol of truce, just take it, tap mine to show a possible friendship being formed and then you can throw it away," Marinette explained.

Chloé rolled her eyes before taking one half, gingerly toasting to a truce before handing it back and walking away to wash her hands in disgust at the sugar coming off her fingers.

At least Marinette had one person to bitch about Lila to.