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Lunch hour had begun. With the first bell, the hallways emptied, carrying only the echoes of chatter drifting from the cafeteria. It was there that hungry students gathered, taking their seats in groups and devouring their meals. Adrien, along with his friends, sat at one of the tables, each with a tray piled high with food. Yet, unlike them, he didn’t eat—he fiddled with the fries, breaking them into smaller and smaller pieces, lost in his own thoughts.
The next Christmas holidays were approaching, a time meant to be spent with loved ones—family and friends. Just like last year, when the Agreste household was filled with love and warmth, and the grand dining hall overflowed with food and guests. Those had been the kind of holidays Adrien longed to experience every year, smiling at the memory each time. Yet uncertainty had taken root in his heart. This year carried a major change—the relationship between his father and Nathalie, a bond he had eagerly anticipated, aware of the feelings the adults held for each other. But he noticed that day by day, their connection was growing distant. The smiles and tender glances had vanished, as if a bubble of illusion had burst, revealing a reality he was unwilling to accept. He knew he had to reignite the spark still burning in their hearts, but he didn’t know how.
He needed a Christmas miracle, a little magic that would open the adults’ eyes. Something that would make them express their feelings and rebuild their love. Of all possibilities, mistletoe seemed the best solution—it forced adults to kiss, confronting them with their own emotions. The plan seemed simple and easy to execute, but Adrien noticed a certain flaw in it. His father and Nathalie never displayed their affection openly. Not even in his presence had they shared a single kiss. So how were they supposed to take that step in front of his friends and their parents?
His thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his shoulder—the hand of his best friend, Nino.
Ni: “Dude, are you okay? You seem kind of distracted.”
A: “Sorry. I’m just thinking about Christmas.”
Al: “You don’t look very happy. Is it about your mom? It’s already the second year…”
A: “No. That’s not it. I didn’t even think about that.”
M: “Then what is it, Adrien? You know we’re always on your side.”
A: “Thanks. I really appreciate it. It’s nothing big… I’m just thinking about my dad’s relationship with Nathalie.”
Ni: “You don’t want them to be together, right?”
A: “What? No! Quite the opposite. I want us to be a family.”
Al: “Then what’s the problem? Let me guess—they’re afraid to admit their feelings, right? We know that all too well.” Alya glanced at Marinette, who blushed slightly.
A: “Not exactly. Though it’s something related. I’m sure they’ve been seeing each other for a while now, but I don’t know when it started. Before, they used to act like a couple in love, but when I asked my dad directly, he denied it. But lately, everything has changed. He invited Nathalie to eat with us, didn’t object when I called her family… and I noticed my mom’s ring on her finger.”
Ni: “Dude, that sounds serious. Do you think they—”
Al: “Don’t exaggerate, Nino. If that were true, every newspaper would already be talking about it. Right, Marinette?”
M: “I think so too. Gabriel Agreste is a world-famous designer, a celebrity, known for his devotion to his wife—his muse. If he had remarried, everyone would know. Maybe the ring is just symbolic.”
A: “Maybe you’re right, Marinette. Especially since no words were ever spoken to confirm anything. It’s just my assumptions… although neither of them has denied it.”
Adrien let out a heavy sigh, and his friends exchanged uneasy glances.
A: “Maybe that’s exactly the problem — all this uncertainty and guessing. I want to believe my father has moved on, but… what if I’m wrong? Especially now, as their relationship grows colder every day.”
Seeing the sadness on Adrien’s face, Marinette reached for his hand in a quiet gesture of support. He lifted his head and looked at her, noticing the gentle smile on her lips. He opened his mouth to speak, but Marinette beat him to it.
M: “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, Adrien. Feelings are complicated — even more so for two adults who keep everything bottled up. You said you noticed something between them before. So what changed?”
A: “My presence? I thought about that too. Before, they only showed affection when they were sure they were alone. Even so, they couldn’t always hide the glances they exchanged.”
After a moment, he let out a soft laugh, remembering how his father once couldn’t take his eyes off Nathalie while riding in the car. But almost immediately, the smile faded as his thoughts returned to what their relationship looked like now.
A: “Still, that doesn’t explain the coldness and distance that keep growing day by day.”
M: “I wish I could help you… but out of all of us, you know your father and Nathalie best.”
A: “Yeah…” Adrien sighed deeply.
Al: “But you still haven’t said why Christmas worries you so much. Are you afraid your dad won’t want to celebrate? We can come over again, if you want.”
A: “Actually, I was thinking about something completely opposite — and I hope you won’t be mad at me for it.”
Adrien scratched the back of his neck nervously, earning confused looks from his friends.
A: “As you’ve noticed yourselves, my father and Nathalie don’t openly show affection in front of others. Especially now, when their relationship has cooled off. I was thinking about something that could rekindle their feelings.”
M: “Mistletoe, right?”
A: “Exactly. But with so many people watching, they wouldn’t kiss.”
Al: “You don’t have to apologize for that, Adrien. We get it. But I demand a first-hand account once your plan works. My blog will become even more popular if I’m the first to announce Gabriel Agreste’s new girlfriend.”
A: “I just hope my dad doesn’t kill me for it.”
He rubbed his neck again, uncertain; moments later, they all burst out laughing. For the first time in a long while, Adrien felt a glimmer of hope for the future.
∞
Though he wanted to believe in his plan, uncertainty still lingered in his heart. He knew how difficult his father could be, even though he had begun to change for the better. Especially since the holidays had remained a painful subject ever since his mother’s disappearance. Still, he clung to the hope that with Nathalie’s support would persuade him to spend Christmas together. After all, it was she who had organized the previous holidays—without his knowledge.
Dinner time was approaching—the moment when the fate of his plan would be decided. As he stepped into the kitchen, he was greeted by a blend of aromas filling the room. He glanced at his father, who was putting the final dish on the plates, quietly humming to himself. He was clearly in a good mood, which only made the plan’s success seem more likely.
Yet one person was still missing—Nathalie. She was never late, always by their side. Her absence began to worry him. He feared that something might have happened to her, aware that her health had not truly improved, despite the reassurances from both adults.
He was just about to leave the kitchen and rush to her room when she appeared in the doorway, offering him a small smile. But it was far paler than usual, almost forced. He was about to ask her about it when his father set the plates down on the counter, inviting them to dinner.
They sat in silence. The only sound breaking the quiet was the occasional clink of cutlery against plates. Once, Adrien had been content with just the presence of the adults, recalling the times he’d sat alone in the large dining room. But now, he wanted more. He wanted their conversations to fill the room, wanted the adults, like lovestruck teenagers, to tease each other, unable to take their eyes off one another. He wanted them to truly be a family. That was why he had to carry out his plan.
Determined, he turned first to his father, knowing he would be the bigger challenge.
A: “Dad, I’d like to talk to you about something.”
Gabriel turned his head toward his son, clearly surprised by his words.
G: “Of course, son. What is it?”
A: "As you know, Christmas is approaching."
G: "You’re planning another big dinner for your friends?"
A: "Not this year. I was thinking more of an intimate dinner — just the three of us. Since we’re a family now, I wanted us to spend the holiday together."
Gabriel fell into thought. On one hand, he liked Adrien’s suggestion, feeling uncomfortable around other people. Yet the usual noise of a full Christmas table had drowned out his guilt, distracting him from thoughts of Emilie, who was still asleep, missing another holiday. Now, with only the three of them in the vast house, that emptiness would deepen his pain, reminding him of his ongoing failures. He also wasn’t sure whether Nathalie would want to spend the holidays with him. He was certain she would agree only for Adrien’s sake, but her coldness would hardly make the holiday feel any warmer. He looked at his son, who waited for an answer that Gabriel didn’t have.
G: "I’m really glad, son, that you want to spend the holiday with us. But you don’t need to give up a bigger gathering because of our new dynamic. We can still celebrate as a family, even with more people around."
Adrien froze. Not only was his father not opposed to the idea, he had even suggested celebrating with more people. But then it hit him what was really motivating his father — he didn’t want to be alone with Nathalie. Unfortunately, that was not good news. How could he get them to kiss if the adults were avoiding each other? He tried calling Nathalie, but she seemed deeply lost in thought, deaf to his words.
Meanwhile, Nathalie replayed the contents of the letter from her father, which she had received that very morning, still struggling to believe what it said.
Dear Daughter,
With the approach of the Christmas season, I expect your presence at the holiday dinner at the estate. This year, our influential guests will have the opportunity to meet you in person. Enclosed with this letter is the gown in which you will represent our family with dignity. The time for frivolity has ended — the moment has come to fulfill your duties. Do not disappoint me.
Your father
She couldn’t comprehend her father’s decision. Why he invite her to the holiday dinner now, after fifteen years of her work with the Agrests? Why did he decide to reveal to the members of The Kindom who his daughter was, when he had spent years ensuring it remained a secret? Had something happened that she needed to know? Was her freedom coming to an end, and the dinner merely a pretext to bring her back home permanently? Could that be why he was so careless, sending a letter that Gabriel or Adrien might have intercepted if her health had suddenly taken a turn for the worse that day? Did he want Gabriel to learn the truth? So many questions, yet not a single answer.
She also wondered how she could leave the estate without informing Adrien and Gabriel on a day that meant so much to the boy — Christmas Day. Yet another holiday without Emilie. She was certain Gabriel would shut himself in his room, refusing to celebrate in any way. She wasn’t sure, however, whether her defiance would make any difference this time. Though she didn’t want to leave Adrien alone, she had no choice. Her father had made it clear that he expected her presence, and any opposition would be met with severe consequences. After all, she would be humiliating a great man, respected by many.
She looked at the boy she loved, convinced he would be eating the meal prepared by his father. She did not expect that two pairs of eyes — father and son — would be fixed on her.
N: “Did something happen?”
A: “I was just about to ask the same thing. I called for you, Nathalie, but you seemed distracted.”
N: “Sorry, I just got lost in thought. What did you want to ask?”
Adrien looked at Nathalie uncertainly, aware that she was hiding something. His father seemed to share the same thought, as his brow furrowed slightly. Unfortunately, he knew well that he wouldn’t get an answer from her right away.
A: “I was thinking… we should spend the holidays just the three of us. I wanted to know what you think of the idea.”
N: “I…”
Nathalie’s worst nightmare had just come true. She found herself trapped, with no way out. She had to tell the truth, or she would hurt the boy even more. She couldn’t blame Gabriel, since he apparently agreed with the idea — which in itself was surprising. She had thought Gabriel wouldn’t want to spend the holidays in her presence, especially now, when their relationship had cooled even further.
N: “I’m sorry, Adrien, but I can’t agree. This year, I’m expected elsewhere. I do believe, however, that you and your father can have a joyful holiday together.”
G: “What do you mean by ‘elsewhere’? You’ve spent every holiday with us!”
Gabriel’s reaction took Nathalie by surprise. She began to wonder if he truly wanted her presence, or if he simply didn’t want to be alone with his own son.
N: “You know, Gabriel, I have a life outside of you!”
G: “That’s not an answer to my question!”
N: “I don’t owe you an explanation.” She replied, slightly irritated.
G: “If you don’t want to spend the Christmas with me, just say so. You don’t have to lie to Adrien!” He snapped.
N: “It’s not like that,” She sighed heavily.
G: “Then what is it?!”
N: “Gabriel, please, don’t push.”
G: “I thought we had no secrets between us.”
A heavy silence fell over the kitchen. Gabriel sighed loudly, turning his head and crossing his arms over his chest. Nathalie, meanwhile, picking at her food nervously. Adrien’s dream had just crumbled, worsening the tension between the adults. All the boy wanted was for the old bond between them to blossom again, and now he could only hope that they would still talk to each other.
Then, something happened he hadn’t expected. He never thought he would hear those words from his father.
G: “I’m sorry.”
There was another silence. Nathalie lifted her head and looked into Gabriel’s eyes, who after a moment continued:
G: “You’re right, I shouldn’t demand this from you. You have the right to your own secrets.”
N: “I’m sorry too. I know this is new for you; I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Especially since I’ve spent every Christmas with you.”
Nathalie offered Gabriel a tentative smile, which clearly surprised him — he hadn’t seen her smile in a long time, realizing just how much he had missed it. Adrien, on the other hand, watched the adults, unable to believe his eyes, unsure of what to do next.
N: “My family invited me,” She said after a moment, breaking the silence. She knew there was no point in keeping it hidden any longer.
A/G: “What?!” They exclaimed in unison.
A: “You have a family?”
Nathalie raised an eyebrow at Adrien.
A: “Right… I mean.” He said, nervously scratching the back of his neck. “You’ve spent every holiday with us. I’ve never seen you leave the estate. I just thought…”
N: “It’s alright, Adrien. I understand; you had every reason to think that.”
A: “Will you ever introduce them to us?”
N: “I… don’t think that would be a good idea.”
A: “Why? Is it…?”
Adrien didn’t get the chance to finish before his father cut in.
G: “Adrien, you see how difficult this subject is for Nathalie. You should respect that.”
A: “I… yes, I’m sorry, Nathalie.”
N: “It’s nothing.”
Wanting to reassure the boy, Nathalie smiled gently, letting him know everything was fine. After a moment, she stood from the table, excusing herself, and returned to her work. She now had to work at full speed to finish all the documents, fully aware that the Christams would begin tomorrow.
As she left, silence settled over the kitchen, leaving the two Agrestes alone. Gabriel looked at his son and saw the excitement written all over his face. He knew all too well that he would regret the words he was about to hear.
A: “Dad, are we going to follow Nathalie?”
G: “What? No. Where did that come from?”
A: “You knew Nathalie was secretive and wouldn’t give anything away. That’s why you wanted her to think we were dropping the subject…”
G: “Adrien, we have to respect Nathalie’s privacy.”
A: “I know you’re curious too. Wouldn’t you like to meet your in-laws?”
G: “First of all, knowing my luck, they wouldn’t like me anyway, and second — they’re not my in-laws.”
A: “There’s nothing stopping you from changing that. You could always propose to Nathalie.”
G: “Adrien!” Gabriel sighed loudly, clearly irritated.
A: “What?”
G: “Do you really want to do this? And what about our Christmas?”
A: “They were supposed to be a family holiday, and we’re missing one member. Please, Dad. I know you’re intrigued too. You know I never ask for anything, but this time… let this be my Christmas present.”
G: “I don’t know, son. Nathalie will be furious when she finds out we followed her.”
A: “Then you’ll kiss her, confess your feelings, and all her anger will disappear.”
Adrien grinned from ear to ear, while Gabriel blinked a few times in disbelief. Still, he knew the boy wouldn’t let it go — not now, when he was so determined. The only thing he could do was let out a heavy sigh, hoping the subject of his relationship with Nathalie would die down for the time being, unaware of just how wrong he was.
G: “All right, son, let’s do it.” Gabriel gave his son a faint smile. “What’s your plan?”
A: “First of all, we both need alibis that Nathalie will find perfectly normal.”
G: “You mean cooking the meals without raising Nathalie’s suspicions?”
A: “I had something else in mind. We both need alibis Nathalie will find perfectly normal, but won’t have time to interfere with. So I’ll be spending time with friends, while you’ll be mourning Mom in the atelier.”
G: “I’m glad that’s how you see me, son,” He replied sarcastically.
A: “But that’s what the previous holidays were like…”
G: “I get it, we can move on,” irritation evident in his voice. “What’s next? You’re not really planning to go see your friends.”
A: “Right…”
Adrien felt a little confused, clearly not understanding his father’s irritation — after all, he had only spoken the truth. Still, he decided to let it go and continue with his plan.
A: “I’ll pretend to leave the estate, but in fact I’ll hide in the garden. You’ll let me in through the back entrance, and we’ll wait until Nathalie comes out. Then we’ll get in the car and follow her, like in all those spy movies.”
G: “If we follow her, Nathalie will realize she’s being tailed. I suggest we simply track her car. Every vehicle owned by the Tsurugi is equipped with that system — in case of theft or kidnapping.”
A: “You think someone would be capable of that?”
G: “We’re influential, recognizable people. It’s only natural there would be those who’d like to get rid of us.”
A: “Oh… okay…”
A slight shiver ran through Adrien; he became even more aware of why he was always accompanied by a bodyguard.
A: “Then let’s do it. These will be the best holidays I’ve ever had!”
Adrien dashed out of the kitchen, leaving Gabriel alone. Though the man had caught a bit of his son’s excitement and was ready for the adventure as well, deep down he felt a growing unease, unsure what truths might be waiting for them there.
∞
They began to carry out the plan. Adrien informed Nathalie about the changes. Though she looked slightly concerned, thinking the Agrestes might spend the holidays apart, she neither had the time nor the inclination to convince Gabriel to change his mind. She was glad that at least Adrien would spend this time with his friends.
When the appointed hour arrived, the boy passed through the large, heavy doors of the estate, saying goodbye to Nathalie and his father. He also passed through the gate, aware that Nathalie might be watching him. Then he hid behind the walls, waiting for his father to reopen the gate. Fortunately, it didn’t take long, and soon he was back on the estate grounds, running toward the gardens.
Upon reaching the spot, he noticed a slightly ajar door and, behind it, his father waiting patiently. Together, they approached the door leading to the corridor and eased it open, waiting for Nathalie to leave the estate.
Time passed, and the position in which they stood became increasingly uncomfortable. Just as they were about to close the door, they heard the sound of heels striking the marble stairs. Moments later, a woman appeared before them, her hair neatly pinned in a bun, wearing a long burgundy gown that trailed along the floor like a train.
At the sight, Gabriel felt his cheeks grow hot and his heart racing wildly. He tried to calm himself, not wanting Adrien to notice his reaction. Fortunately, the boy’s eyes remained fixed on Nathalie, watching her silently, admiring her. Only after she had crossed the estate walls did he speak.
A: “Are you sure Nathalie is just an assistant?”
G: “She was also an archaeologist. We once traveled with her along with your mother.”
A: “But does that explain the outfit? Even Mom didn’t dress this elegantly for the holidays.”
G: “You know, Adrien, everyone celebrates the holidays differently.”
A: “But still…”
G: “I can’t tell you much more. Nathalie is a very private person. I know nothing about her family. Even your mother, whose charisma could make the most reserved people talk, never got that information.”
A: “Well… at least Nathalie can be sure you didn’t fall for her status.”
Adrien moved forward without looking back, ignoring his father, who stood frozen, watching him. When he reached the door, he glanced at Gabriel, puzzled.
A: “Are you coming?”
Gabriel sighed deeply and made his way toward one of the cars.
As he got into the car, he felt a little uneasy. He hadn’t driven in a long time — he had always relied on Nathalie or a bodyguard. He started the engine, silently hoping he still remembered how.
The first attempt nearly ended in disaster: without putting the car in reverse, he drove straight toward the wall. If not for his quick reflexes, the car would already have been on its way to the mechanic. On the next try, he managed to back out of the garage, only to face another obstacle — the estate’s massive gate. He pressed the button, but the gate remained closed.
He let out a heavy sigh and reached for his phone to call a bodyguard, when he suddenly remembered he had given all the staff the day off. Growing more irritated, he got out of the car and began pushing the heavy gate open by hand, which proved no easy task. He called for Adrien, and together they managed to force a passage open, though it cost them a good ten minutes.
They got back in and drove off, grateful they were still able to track the car Nathalie was driving.
Gabriel was driving, with Adrien acting as navigator, but they weren’t exactly a coordinated team. Adrien repeatedly called out route changes too late, causing Gabriel to miss turns and have to backtrack, his irritation steadily growing. But it was every mention of his relationship with Nathalie — their future, and a love that transcended all statuses — that stirred something deeper in him, pushing his frustration over the edge. Though Gabriel tried to drown out those words by focusing on the road, he couldn’t ignore them entirely.
When he found the shoulder, he pulled over, but the speed they were going made him brake too sharply, jolting the car. Adrien glanced at his father, confused, noticing his heavy breathing and the tight grip on the steering wheel with both hands.
A: “D-dad…?”
G: “Adrien, can you stop?” His voice was raised, though he wasn’t shouting yet.
A: “What do you mean?”
G: “Stop talking about my relationship with Nathalie.”
A: “Why? But you…”
G: “There’s nothing between us!” He shouted, looking at his son, his eyes full of anger, though a closer look revealed the pain behind them.
A: “I don’t understand.”
G: “Nathalie and I were pretending. I dragged her into this act, even though she clearly didn’t want to. I thought that illusion might improve our relationship, but it had the opposite effect. Nathalie came to hate me. She doesn’t love me… and I don’t think she ever will. There’s no future between us — and there never will be. Do you understand?!”
Gabriel slumped back into his seat, closing his eyes and letting out a heavy sigh.
G: “It was a mistake to agree to that plan. Let’s go back. Wherever Nathalie goes, she has the right to her privacy. If she doesn’t want to tell us anything, we have to respect that.”
Gabriel tightened his hold on the steering wheel, poised to turn back, as his son’s words reverberated through the car.
A: “You love her, don’t you?”
G: “What…?”
A: “Nathalie. You love her — that’s why you’re so afraid.”
G: “I…”
A: “You keep telling yourself she feels nothing for you, because it’s easier to pretend than to face your own feelings.”
G: “It’s not like that…”
A: “Then tell the truth! Why are you running, hiding behind your devotion to Mom?!”
Adrien stared at his father stubbornly, unwilling to let go until he heard the truth. Gabriel looked out the window at the passing cars. After a moment of silence, he spoke, still not taking his eyes off the street.
G: “I’m afraid. So terribly afraid that I won’t be enough for her. That all this time she’s been guided only by pity for a widower. That’s why she pulled away when I pulled away from Emilie. You want to know if I love her? Yes… she found her way into my heart long ago. But I didn’t have the courage to tell her. And then our relationship grew colder with each passing day.”
A silence fell, soon broken by Adrien.
A: “You’re wrong, Dad. Nathalie has loved you for a long time.”
Gabriel snapped his head toward his son, startled.
G: “What? How do you know that?!”
A: “I just asked. We were talking about first loves and…”
G: “Wait, first… but that means…”
A: “Yes, Dad. You’re Nathalie’s first love. In her youth, she focused mostly on work — until she met you.”
G: “What? That’s impossible. That was so long ago… before I married your mother.”
A: “You can be sure that for Nathalie, you’re more than just a widower.”
G: “All these years…” He hit the steering wheel in frustration. “Why didn’t she say anything, when I…”
A: When you love someone, you let them go.
Gabriel slumped back in his seat, staring at the car ceiling.
G: “After all this, you still think Nathalie and I should be together? I’ve caused her so much suffering over the years. She deserves someone better.”
A: “Or you prove to her that she wasn’t wrong to fall in love with you.”
G: “You really think I can?”
A: “You became a renowned designer out of nowhere. Do you really think you couldn’t move mountains for Nathalie, to show her how much you love her?”
Gabriel smiled faintly, gripped the steering wheel, and said:
G: “Then let’s go. We need to give Nathalie a wonderful gift — one of many.”
Adrien didn’t answer. He just smiled at his father, watching him steer back onto the road.
∞
The rest of the drive passed calmly, though uncertainty was written on their faces. They had been on the road for a while, watching as buildings gave way to vast fields of wheat. Still, they kept going, guided by the signal from the car. After half an hour, they reached their destination — before them rose a huge manor-style estate, with a row of columns supporting the roof. A grand fountain stood in front of the house, and the whole property was enclosed by a tall, ornate wall.
Adrien stared at the estate with wide eyes, admiring it, unaware of the fear beginning to creep across his father’s face. Only when they sped past the building did he look at Gabriel in confusion, while his father kept his eyes fixed on the road.
A: “Dad? You just passed Nathalie’s house.”
G: “I know.”
A: “But why? What about your confession?”
G: “Forget it.”
A: “What?”
G: “I said, forget it.” His voice took on a warning tone.
A: “What are you afraid of? You’re running away again!”
G: “Adrien…”
A: “We’ve already had this conversation. What’s changed?!”
G: “Please, stop.”
A: “Why do you always ruin your own chance at happiness?!”
Gabriel remained silent, and Adrien reached for the handle, trying to open the door.
G: “Adrien, sit still.”
A: “Then turn around!”
G: “I can’t.”
A: “Why?!”
Gabriel glanced at his son, seeing the anger in his eyes, then focused back on the road — just in time to avoid a head-on collision. He swerved back into his lane and pulled over to the shoulder, breathing hard. He felt the adrenaline rushing through his veins, his hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel.
G: “Adrien, you know you shouldn’t distract the driver.”
A: “I’m sorry.” Adrien lowered his head, blaming himself for what had happened. He simply didn’t want his father to run away again, turning his back on a chance at happiness. “I won’t push anymore… but at least tell me why.”
G: “Stubborn… I wonder where you get that from.” Gabriel gave a pale smile.
A: “Mom says it’s from you.”
G: “Yes… Nathalie gets tired of that stubborn streak of mine sometimes too.”
A: “So? You know I won’t let it go.”
G: “All right.” Gabriel sighed heavily. “Do you know whose house that was?”
A: “Nathalie’s family’s?”
G: “Who is Nathalie’s family?”
A: “Definitely wealthy… but why is that a problem?”
G: “You know your mother came from a noble family, right?”
A: “Yes, but what does that have to do with it?”
G: “Compared to her, Nathalie is a princess.”
A: “What?! A real one?”
G: “No, Adrien. I mean in terms of influence and wealth. That house belongs to one of the most powerful men on earth — a man with more power than all kings combined.”
A: “I don’t understand.”
G: “Camilo Pista — an entrepreneur who holds holds the largest food monopoly in the world. He’s dangerous because he has the power to control people. Without food, people die. That’s power no one should have.”
A: “Oh… and if Nathalie…”
G: “If Nathalie is his daughter, it means she’s the heir to all that fortune and all that power.”
A: “That would make anyone doubt themselves… but you know Nathalie. You know money doesn’t matter to her. So why won’t you try?”
G: “Because to her father, despite everything I’ve achieved, I’m nothing.”
A: “That wasn’t a problem with Mom.”
G: “But Emilie’s parents didn’t have the power to destroy me. At worst, they could complain. And Nathalie’s father…”
Silence fell in the car. Gabriel leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, while Adrien stared out at the vast fields stretching to the horizon. After a moment, he spoke again:
A: “Maybe Mom was only meant to be preparation?”
G: “What?” Gabriel opened his eyes, looking at his son uncertainly
A: “What if you were meant to be prepared for what awaits you with Nathalie? You know how hard it is to impress people to whom you mean nothing. You know how to deal with criticism and having your wings constantly clipped. You overcame all of that to prove your feelings to Mom. Now all you have to do is do it again. Show that, despite all the hardships, you won’t give up on Nathalie — even if it costs you your wealth.”
G: “I don’t know, son. You know it’s easier to become someone when you have nothing than to lose what you already have.”
A: “Isn’t Nathalie worth that price?”
G: “Of course she is. It’s just that I… I’m afraid. I don’t know if I can handle it. If I’m strong enough to step into the same fight, but against a tougher opponent. You have no idea how hard it was for me to fit into your mother’s world, when I kept hearing that I didn’t belong there.”
A: “Dad…” Adrien looked at his father with compassion. “This time, you won’t be alone. You have me and Nathalie. No matter what happens, we won’t leave you.”
Then he hugged his father, despite the awkward position they were in. Gabriel, frozen at first, returned the embrace, gently stroking his son’s head. Though he was grateful for his son’s support, he knew all too well that Adrien would turn away once he learned about his other, darker side — Monarch.
G: “So what, we’re turning back?”
A: “Of course. You have to save your princess, after all.”
Adrien grinned from ear to ear. Gabriel only shook his head and turned the car around, heading straight into the lion’s jaws.
When they arrived, they parked a long distance from the gate, careful not to draw unnecessary attention. Then they approached the entrance and rang the bell, knowing it was the only way onto the estate. After a few minutes, a fairly tall, middle-aged man appeared, his silver hair glinting in the sunlight. He wore a black uniform with red accents, and round brown glasses resting on his nose
Man: “How may I help you?”
G: “I would like to speak with the master’s daughter.”
Man: “I’m afraid I cannot allow that. The master and his daughter are attending a reception.”
G: “In that case, I insist you let me in. I am a member of the club founded by the master of this house, and I have the right to attend this reception.”
Man: “I’m sorry, Mr. Agreste, but all invited guests are already at the reception, and your name is not on the list.”
G: “This is outrageous! I demand to speak with the master of the house!”
Man: “As I said, Mr. Pista is occupied and cannot be disturbed. Goodbye.”
G: “Wait!”
But the man continued to walk away, ignoring Gabriel’s calls. Resigned, Gabriel glanced at his son, who appeared completely unfazed.
G: “Adrien?”
The boy looked up from his phone and met his father’s gaze.
A: “Oh, sorry, Dad. I just arranged some help for us.”
G: “Help?”
A: “You’ll see soon enough. For now, let’s head back to the car. We’ll just have to wait a little.”
Gabriel looked at his son uncertainly, but without a word, he returned to the car, waiting for the plan to unfold.
Two hours passed in inactivity, during which the blue sky gradually deepened to darker shades. Adrien remained silent, giving away no details, leaving Gabriel with nothing to occupy his mind but rest. He reclined the seat as far back as it would go and closed his eyes. Although he wanted to sleep, the mix of uncertainty and adrenaline kept him from it. To occupy his mind, he began rehearsing speeches in his head, assuring Nathalie of the sincerity and strength of his feelings.
Suddenly, he jolted upright in his seat as a tapping on the window caught his attention. He looked toward the sound and saw a group of teenagers—Adrien’s friends—waving cheerfully at them. Sighing heavily, he stepped out of the car, greeted them, and then turned to his son:
G: “Son, care to explain this?”
A: “We need a diversion—something to draw the butler’s attention away for a moment. Then you can slip into the estate unnoticed.”
G: “Why do I have the feeling this isn’t the first time you’ve executed a plan like this?”
A: “If you let me invite friends, we wouldn’t have to sneak around like this,” Adrien replied, clearly annoyed.
G: “Nathalie knew, didn’t she?”
A: Yes…
G: “Alright… you’re both right. You’re no longer a child, Adrien. I’ll try to adjust.”
A: “What love does to a person,” The boy chuckled. “I almost regret not trying to set you two up after your exaggerated denial.”
G: “Fine, I get it,” Gabriel sighed, irritated. “Shall we proceed?”
M: “One more thing, Mr. Agreste. You’ll need to blend in with the crowd.”
Marinette announced, handing Gabriel a large black box tied with a red bow.
G: “What’s this?”
M: “A suit and a mask. Adrien told us everything. We looked up information about receptions at the Pista estate, and masks are always the main theme. Unfortunately, the shops were already closed, so we had to make do with what we had.”
G: “Where did you get the suit?”
A: “Does it really matter, Dad?”
G: “Adrien…” Gabriel raised an eyebrow.
A: “I could have given them the code to our house.”
G: “Adrien!”
A: “It’s a special situation, and besides, you need to present yourself properly in front of your future father-in-law.”
Gabriel only sighed and moved to the back seat to change. He opened the box to see his latest ensemble—a black suit with deep violet accents, with a mask beside it, clearly modified from the Cat hero design. Ironically, he would be wearing a costume inspired by both Miraculous—the Monarch and Chat Noir.
When he stepped out of the car in full attire, he spotted the kids talking with the butler. A girl with glasses held a notebook and pen, a boy a camera, and beside them stood a nervous girl who had once won his contest. Gabriel looked at his son, who stood evaluating his appearance. The boy said nothing, simply smiled warmly and gave two thumbs up, encouraging his father to act.
Gabriel exhaled heavily and slowly made his way toward the gate, observing the group. When the blue-haired girl gave him the signal, he passed through the gate and entered the estate grounds. Without hesitation, he hurried to the large brown doors adorned with golden decorations and pressed the handle. He didn’t look back once, not wanting to jinx it. Once inside, he leaned against the doors and exhaled with relief. Now all that remained was to find the ballroom where the reception was taking place—a task made easier by the music echoing through the estate, clearly guiding him.
Wandering through the many corridors, guided by the music, he finally reached the hall where the sounds echoed the loudest. He stepped inside, admiring how the vast space was decorated with Christmas ornaments and tables covered in elegant tablecloths, with chairs neatly arranged around them. Looking more closely, he noticed that some of the invited guests were seated at the tables, engaged in lively conversations, while others danced to the flowing rhythm of classical music.
Just as Marinette had said, every person wore a mask, each differing in how richly it was decorated. Wanting to blend in more with the crowd, he invited the first woman he came across to dance, all the while searching among the guests for Nathalie.
After some time, he spotted her sitting at one of the tables, talking with another man. A faint jealousy crept into his heart, but he did not let it show, putting on the familiar mask of stern composure. He kept dancing, listening to his partner’s monologue and nodding from time to time. In truth, however, he had no interest in what she was saying. His only goal was Nathalie — whom he had to reach, though he still didn’t know how.
Fortunately, fate soon smiled upon him. He noticed the man who had been speaking with Nathalie earlier inviting her to dance. He knew it was the perfect moment. He led his partner closer to the center of the hall, nearer to Nathalie, and waited for the right opportunity.
When the music fell silent, signaling the end of the piece, he bowed to his partner, kissed her hand, then guided her to the man who had been dancing with Nathalie, while he himself reached for the woman he had longed for.
When their hands met, he felt a familiar shiver, but said nothing. He danced with her in silence, turning her from time to time to the rhythm of the music. On the last turn, their bodies ended up close together — Nathalie stood with her back to him, while he held her with one arm around her waist, and the other holding her hand. He leaned toward her ear and whispered:
G: “Good evening, Nathalie. You look beautiful in that dress.”
He felt her body tense as she recognized his voice.
N: “Gabriel?”
G: “It’s terribly hard to get in here, you know.”
N: “But… how did you know?”
Gabriel turned Nathalie around, making her face him again. They began to sway slowly to the rhythm of the music, not wanting to stand out from the others.
N: “You tracked the car, didn’t you?”
G: “In my defense, it was Adrien’s idea. I only made use of the technology available.”
N: “You’re impossible, Gabriel.”
G: “You said I should rebuild my bond with my son, and nothing brings people together more than chasing after a woman.”
Nathalie shook her head in resignation, yet Gabriel noticed a small smile on her face.
G: “I’ll tell you everything in detail, but I’d rather we found a more secluded place.”
N: “I can’t, Gabriel. My father is watching me.”
G: “Anyone can be fooled…”
Nathalie didn’t have time to react when Gabriel pulled her deeper into the crowd of dancing couples. It was cramped, which limited their movements. The long dress her father had given her didn’t help either — she was sure it had already been stepped on more than once. Even though she still didn’t know what to think about Gabriel’s presence, she was glad he was with her, feeling less alone at the party. If they’d had more freedom, she would have rested her head against his chest, closed her eyes, and simply enjoyed their dance.
For a moment, their quarrels and tension would fade away, allowing them to be friends again — or perhaps even something more. After all, they were wearing masks now — they were someone else, someone new. But she couldn’t lose herself in the moment when she felt Gabriel started pulling her toward the garden doors, without stopping even for a second.
They walked in silence, their hands entwined, while the moon, already shining brightly in the sky, bathed their silhouettes in silver light. As they passed great bushes of red roses, Gabriel stopped and plucked one, weaving it into Nathalie’s hair and gently tucking a stray strand behind her ear. Then his hand came to rest against her cheek as he gazed into her blue eyes, shimmering in the moonlight.
G: “Nathalie…”
N: “Yes, Gabriel…” She held her breath, unsure whether she was reading his gesture correctly.
G: “I know your favorite flower is the tulip, but a rose suits you just as well.”
He stroked her cheek, his eyes drifting now and then to her lips. After a moment, though, he withdrew his hand and started walking again, continuing their stroll. Nathalie didn’t know what to think of it all, or what game Gabriel was playing. She only hoped her face wasn’t completely red, perfectly matching the color of her dress.
They walked on in silence until Gabriel spoke again, this time without looking at her.
G: “This adventure has brought me a great deal. I saw how much my son has grown up, how resourceful he can be, and how stubborn he is when he sets his mind on something. I always thought he carried only a part of Emilie in him, that he was her mirror image… but now…”
Nathalie listened quietly, unsure where he was heading with this. Still, she was glad Gabriel had truly grown closer to Adrien, becoming a real father to him at last, instead of just playing a role.
G: “Thanks to him, I’ve also stopped being afraid. I’m ready to fight.”
This time he looked at her.
N: “What is it you want to fight, Gabriel?”
G: “More like… for whom.”
They stopped in front of the entrance to the estate, still holding hands, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.
G: “I know that because of my behavior, our relationship grew cold. I ruined the bond we had built over the years, chasing an illusion of happiness. Chasing a dead woman, even though I was never truly happy. It was you who taught me how to be myself — how to be worthy and loved despite my flaws. With you, I felt safe, able to take off the mask I’d glued to my face just to fit in.”
As he spoke, he removed his mask, revealing eyes filled with unshed tears. Nathalie followed his example, taking off hers as well. They standing there without masks — shedding not only the ones on their faces, but also those they wore inside — finally allowing themselves to be who they were, and to reveal the feelings they had hidden deep in their hearts.
G: “Nathalie, I…”
He didn’t finish when he noticed the mistletoe hanging above their heads. He guessed the teenagers must have managed to sneak inside and were probably watching them from somewhere nearby.
G: “I wanted to do this in a different order, but I still have to follow my son’s plan.”
N: “Wha—”
She didn’t get the chance to finish, feeling Gabriel’s lips on hers. The innocent gesture quickly deepened into a kiss full of passion. His hands settled at her waist, pulling her closer, while her arms wrapped around his neck. They kissed, pouring into it all the feelings they had hidden for so many years, finally letting them bloom for the first time.
When they ran out of breath, they pulled apart — their faces flushed, but wide smiles on their lips.
G: “I love you, Nathalie. I love you so very much. Forgive me for being a coward all this time, too afraid to confess my feelings to you. I want you to know that it doesn’t matter to me whether you’re rich or poor. I didn’t fall in love with your status, but with the golden heart you give to those you care about. I want to show you how much every bit of your support and every moment of your presence meant to me. How I suffered each day, knowing I had lost your smile. You became my world, my oxygen, without which I can’t breathe. And the thought of you leaving with someone else tears me apart inside. Let me be your refuge, your home, your safety. I want to be your family.”
N: “Gabriel…”
Nathalie placed her hand against his cheek, wiping away a single tear that had slipped down.
N: “I long for that… more than anything.”
Tears began to roll down her face, and this time it was Gabriel who wiped them away, never taking his eyes off hers.
N: “I love you too. I’ve loved you for so long that I’ve lost count.”
Then they kissed again, wanting to remember every single second, holding each other tightly, afraid that if they let go, it would all disappear — loving, and being loved.
They pulled away again, trying to catch their breath. Yet it didn’t ruin the moment — all they could feel was their hearts beating fast, driven by love.
G: “Come back with me, Nathalie.”
N: “I can’t, Gabriel… my father will be looking for me. But tomorrow, I will come. I promise.”
She kissed him on the cheek, slowly letting go of his hand. Gabriel longed to grasp her again and never let go, but for now, all he could do was watch her walk away — into a world that seemed determined to keep them apart.
∞
After yesterday’s events, the entire family sat together in the kitchen, enjoying each other’s company. The room was filled with a sense of peace and renewal they hadn’t felt in a long time. They were living in the moment, reconciling with the past and looking toward the future. Nathalie sat on one of the chairs, holding a cup of coffee. Gabriel wrapped one arm around her waist, whispering something in her ear from time to time, making her chuckle softly. Adrien smiled at the sight, happy that they were finally a family.
But the peace didn’t last long. A notification appeared on Adrien’s phone — an article with a photo of Gabriel and Nathalie kissing. He knew Alya had taken the picture, but he hadn’t expected the news to spread so quickly. Although he didn’t want to disrupt the adults’ calm, he felt they should know the truth as soon as possible.
He approached them, showing the phone screen. Gabriel smiled, clearly enjoying the kiss, while Nathalie’s face showed growing alarm.
N: “My father is going to kill us… and you will be first, Gabriel!”
G: “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve had plenty of experience being hated by in-laws.” He chuckled lightly.
N: “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
Worried, she rested her head against his chest, feeling Gabriel kiss the top of her head. Then he gently stroked her hair, saying:
G: “For you, Nathalie, I will fight any battle, no matter how difficult. I can promise you that.”
Then he lifted her head, sealing his words with a kiss. Nathalie returned the gesture, relaxing and sinking into their shared warmth.
Adrien watched the scene with tender eyes, knowing he had received the best Christmas present. He couldn’t wait for many more Christmases ahead, even though he knew they would never be truly peaceful — after all, the Agreste family had never known the concept of serenity — there was always something that could turn everything upside down.