right, sunday six, that's a thing

from "Swap and Smell the Roses":

Chloé glances pointedly at Adrien, who's keeping a tense eye on Lila, then at Marinette, and smirks. "You say," she says, moving the phone a little away from her face and raising her voice, projecting to fill the classroom, "you have no record of anything concerning Lila Rossi in any issues of Style Queen whatsoever."

Alya, halfway through an excited question to Lila, stops dead and turns to stare at Chloé.

"How fascinating," Chloé continues, almost singsong. "It sounds like Lila lied. Thank you so much, Justine. And there's no need to bother my mother after all—one lying lycée student is certainly not worth the director of Style Queen's time."