After the wedding ceremony, the reception was held in a nearby ballroom. Marinette, Nino, and Adrien had a table to themselves for dinner, and Alya joined them for dessert (Marinette vowed that when she got married, the wedding must include an ice cream bar and a chocolate fountain). Soon, the newly-weds had their first dance, and others began to crowd the dance floor. Marinette, not wanting to risk giving herself (or anyone else) a serious injury, stayed at the table, and talkative Nino stayed with her. Adrien, looking back, followed Alya out to the floor.

"What do you think of the DJ?" Marinette asked after a while, watching Nino tap his fingers against the edge of the table.

"This guy is great! He's got some totally sick beats," Nino replied, starting to nod his head as well. "Would you care if I go talk to him?"

Marinette laughed, waving her arms in the direction of the music table. "Of course not! Go!"

As he left, a slower song came on and Alya returned, breathing hard from the exercise. Adrien followed, moving around to Marinette's side of the table. To her shock (and embarrassment), he bowed and held out his hand for her to take.

"May I have this dance?"

Marinette, panicking, looked at her friend for help. Alya made a shooing motion, and Marinette carefully put her hand in his. I bet they planned this! Marinette thought, seeing the sly smile on her friend's face. Adrien closed his fingers around hers and smiled, straightening up as she stood. He put her hand on his forearm and led her to an empty corner of the dance floor. He dropped her hand and held out his arms, looking at her expectantly.

"I…," Marinette started, hitting an all-time high for blushing. "I don't know…"

"How to dance?" Adrien asked, looking surprised. "No worries, I can teach you!" He stepped closer to her and reached for her hands, looping them cautiously around his neck. "Your arms can rest on my shoulders, and mine go around your waist – if that's okay".

Thankful for the dark room, Marinette nodded (now she hit an all-time high). They swayed side to side, and the blue-haired girl watched the people around them, looking for clues as to where to put her feet. Of course, because she was watching others', she forgot to keep track of her own.

"Sorry!" Marinette squeaked, realizing that she had just stepped on Adrien's foot.

He laughed. "It's totally okay, Marinette. It's all a part of learning." They swayed for a while more. When the song ended, she expected him to drop his arms, but he stayed close to her, dancing slowly even as the music and the other dancers picked up around them.

"Are you having fun?" Adrien asked, trying to start up a conversation.

She nodded, then managed a "your suit looks really good" before her shyness took over once more. She ducked her head, but her hair, pulled back into a French braid, offered her nothing to hide behind.

He really does look amazing, she thought, staring at the black shirt buttons in front of her as they moved. His red shirt and black tie fit him perfectly, as did the suit jacket (which he had left back at their table, draped over his chair).

"Thanks! Can I tell you a secret?" Adrien whispered, pulling up one leg of his pants. "My socks match my shirt!" Marinette, looking down, laughed at his bug-red socks. She took a deep breath, finally starting to relax.

"You look incredible yourself, Marinette," he said smoothly, teaching her how to spin and smiling as her black dress came to life, the green shining and the sparkles shimmering. She spun back in and ended up colliding with his chest, briefly knocking the wind out of both of them.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry Adrien I didn't mean to I'm so sorry I just-"

He held up a hand to stop her. "Don't worry about it Marinette! I'm fine, I promise!" As they continued moving, Marinette realized that it wasn't just her body that was swaying – her head was starting to spin, too.

"I think I might need to sit down," she said faintly, gripping tighter to his shirt to keep herself upright. Adrien looked down in alarm.

"Marinette?!"

Back at the table, Alya and Nino were watching the couple on the dance floor.

"Aren't they just perfect for each other? Oh, why can't they see it already!" Alya exclaimed, laughing as Marinette stepped on Adrien's toes for the second time.

"Does she really like him? I mean, I know he likes her but-" Nino stopped, realizing what he had just said. "I didn't mean-!" But it was too late. Alya, her jaw to the floor, had turned to stare at him in shock.

"HE LIKES HER?! ALL THIS TIME AND NEITHER OF THEM KNEW?! I HAVE TO TELL HER!"

Alya stood up just in time to see Marinette spin into her partner's chest, and she started at the look on his face – it was the same look that Marinette got when she talked about Adrien. Before she had taken two steps, Nino was standing in front of her.

"No way! Adrien would kill me if he knew that I told you! Neither of you were supposed to find out! Please, Alya, let him tell her himself."

"Okay…" she relented, peering around him to watch her friend. Just as Nino was about to move back to his chair, Alya gasped and darted around him.

"Alya, wait!" He turned to stop her, but when he saw what she had seen, he too, started running.

What did they see? Let me know what you think - before it's too late!

(Hint: It's NOT an akuma!)