It was an hour before the party, and the junior had prepared most of it. Lady Platina had specially requested him to prepare the entire spread of food for the party. He worked day and night to please the lady, and all paid off when she stepped into the kitchen.

"Wow Dia, I knew you would do a good job, but this is remarkable!" Platina commented as she took a step into the kitchen, admiring the trays and plates of food, all ready to be placed on the buffet table.

"It's not much, really. It didn't take long." Diadf replied, hoping to sound as modest as possible.

"And by that, I mean it took me 20 hours." the boy muttered under his breath.

It was then that he noticed it. "Missy, why are you wearing an apron?"

The lady blushed slightly at the comment. "Well you see, I've always admired your talent to produce such delicacies, and I was wondering if I could perhaps, help you?"

This came to the black haired boy as a surprise. "S-sure thing! There's one last thing that I need to do and that's the cake." It had been a dream of Diamond's to be able to cook with Platina. It was piecing his favorite hobby and his crush together, to make some beautiful, magical event.

Platina's face lit up, and walked towards Dia.

After a period of Platina's struggling, Diamond's gentle coaching and a million messes, the duo had succeeded in creating a delicious looking, double layered cake.

Diamond was impressed. Although he had never taught someone to bake, the results had turned out pretty successful.

"Now comes the most important part: Tasting." Handing Platina a small piece of cake, she had a bite of her creation, and-

Her mouth puckered, and her face scrunched up. Confused, Dia took a bite as well, and barely stopped himself from spitting it out.

After downing the cake, he asked, "Missy, did you happen to... add salt instead of sugar?"

"Upon hindsight, it seems that I did." her expression fell as she took off her apron. "I'm a terrible cook."

Tears fell from the lady's eyes. Dia immediately sat down next to her.

"It's alright Missy. It was a small mistake, that's all."

"But I ruined your efforts and it's too late to make another one."

That was true, the boy had to admit. "Don't worry." Diamond placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It doesn't matter if the cake was bad. I think that all that mattered was the experience." Platina looked into his violet eyes, tears still rolling down hers.

"It was always a dream of mine to be able to cook with you, so I have to thank you for making it come true."

Gradually, a smile appeared on her face. "Thank you, Diamond."

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, before running off to wash up.

Placing an astonished hand on his cheek, he let out a contented sigh. "Thank you too, Platina."