“I don’t know Tikki. Chat was acting strange after we started dancing.” Marinette pulled a pin from the pin cushion strapped to her wrist and she used it to place the skirt of Alya’s dress in place. She’d managed to make a couple of hours of free time over the last couple of days to work on it and after measuring, cutting, and now pinning, she was getting ready to sew which she estimated would take her two, maybe three days, at most to finish on this dress. Then, she would have nearly a month to get her own dress which was certainly going to take that much time to get done. Alya’s was a well-fitting, halter top piece, with rhinestones embroidering the neck and waistlines before flaring out a bit near the bottom. Mari was just glad they weren’t required to all wear princess-style dresses or more historically accurate based dresses. Tikki, who sat on her desk watching, munched on another cookie.
“Maybe he figured out who you are.&