"I hate you," he said, as he offered his hand.

"I hate you too," she said, as she took it.

Her right hand met his left, and he fit his other politely into the curve of her waist and she hers upon his shoulder, and they stepped onto the floor with all the grace of distant royalty.

"Daphne put you up to this?" she asked.

"Oh, most certainly," he said. "'One dance, Billy, just one, and I promise I'll never ask you to do anything ever again'—I expect she thought I'd be with Snow by now."

"And me with Puck—"

"You're not together?"

She snorted. "Does this look like my wedding to you?"

It did not. The cake was vanilla and she preferred chocolate.

"Still, don't tell the fairy I did this. I saw his new sword the last time he was here."

"You're right, he'd get jealous," she sighed. "He knows he can never be a bigger asshole than you."

Charming just smirked and dipped her gently, and Sabrina hated that her heart fluttered just a little when she met his eyes from underneath her lashes. They were bluer than she'd thought she were. Detest him she might, but William Charming was—as always—incorrigibly handsome, and a devastatingly good dancer, and even she was not so stubborn as to deny it. "No fair," she breathed, as her pulse slowed. "I'm not as pretty as you."

"Did Sabrina Grimm just call me pretty?" Charming laughed, pulling her back up. Their waltz was effortless, and people were starting to stare. "How many drinks did you have tonight?"

"None," she said, with an edge of bitterness. "Daphne refuses to serve anything but champagne."

Charming was aghast. "Good God, and here I was thinking she was the one Grimm who had taste."

"My mother offered to run the bar and everything."

He snickered. "Of course Henry married a woman willing to bartend. He was the sneakiest underage drinker this side of the Hudson."

Sabrina raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Not Jake?"

Charming paused. "Well, besides Jake."

She grinned. A corner of his mouth twitched upward at the sight. "You are," he said suddenly.

"What?"

"As pretty as me."

Sabrina laughed. "I really do hate you."

He drew his expression into one of perfect solemnity. "And I you," he promised. "Unduly."

"Good," she said, satisfied. The song was ending.

"Which isn't to say you don't look beautiful tonight."

"Stop that." But she reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek anyway, and he squeezed her hand gently before letting go.