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It was Monday. Almost three days have passed without a message or a call. Diane actually feels relieved. She was sure that he had just forgotten about her and for the first time since the gala, her high blood pressure faded. But there was still this one feeling in the back of her her heart and that thought, buried deep in her head. It was a feeling of sadness, because she had finally found someone who was on the same level as she was and she had to let him go. She knew she had no other choice and it was the smart thing to do, but there was this little part which didn't agree with the decision, even if it was the most rational one.

She tried to stop thinking about him. But it was nearly impossible, all she could think about was him. She sees his face in front of her eyes and she hears his voice over and over in her head. It makes her furious that she can't think about something or someone else, but it seems like he left such an impression on her. But she thought he forgot about her and she'd have to forget about him. She would finish this case as fast as possible and after that she would leave Washington with the first flight she gets. She loves the city, but since the last week she just feels uncomfortable around there. She couldn't tell why, but she feels like she has to hide something.

The slamming of a door and Will's voice forced her to stop the day-dreaming and get back to reality. She looks at him and takes her glasses off. "What is it?" He groaned. After that he sat down across from Diane and Alicia and buried his face in his hands. It took him a minute before he looked up again and only needed two words to make the situation clear. "Grand Jury" Diane closed her eyes. That was the last thing she needed. Now they were sure that they would have to stay in Washington for at least 4 more weeks.

After she let out a deep breath she rubs her forehead. "And what do we do now?" Will groaned a second time. This time even louder. "I have absolutely no idea..." Alicia leans back in her chair and lifts her legs up to put them on the table. "This will be a long, long day..." Diane could only agree. Alicia was damn right.

It was already 11 pm as Diane stepped out of the cab and made her way inside the hotel and towards the elevators. She wasn't drunk, but a little tipsy. After she, Alicia and Will had worked the whole day to figure out the best strategy for the grand jury they had started to drink. Will came with a bottle of scotch, but she and Alicia had sticked to the red wine from 1867. The bottles they consumed were expensive and probably only for special occasions, but they didn't really care and now she feels a lot better than before. She reached the 10th floor rather quickly. She steps out carefully, because she knows that she couldn't trust her high heels or her legs anymore in her actual state. As she finally arrives in her room she can't believe her own was a huge bouquet of wonderful red roses on her nightstand and the wonderful scent lifts Diane's mood immediately and after she takes a closer look, she also recognizes the box that had a ribbon on top of it. If she hadn't been this tipsy, she might have progressed the information faster and would've thrown the roses and the box away before she could even take a look. But her brain capacity was limited at the moment and so she opened the box without further thoughts.

"Oh my god..." Diane was shocked and her she was clear immediately, the alcohol was out of her head and her thoughts were now spinning around in her head. But she couldn't take her look of the piece of clothing that she took out of the box. It was a ball gown that had a beautiful combination of white and gold. The golden top was strapless and the huge skirt was shining in white and gold and so was the trail. It was probably the most beautiful dress she has ever seen in her entire life. It was rather simple but it looks like it was made for a queen. It was stunning and she had never seen anything similar before.

As she was finally capable to put the dress down, she noticed a card next to the box. As she took it in her hands she knew immediately who it was from. The seal of the White House was distinctive. And against her good sense, she opened the letter.

Dear Miss Lockhart,

I am aware of the fact that you probably already hate me because I didn't talk to you since the wonderful dance we shared on the gala. But the president of Russia came in my way and it took me rather long to appease him. He is gone now and I really would like to get back to my promise to take you on a date. But because of my position it is really hard to get somewhere without attracting too much attention, especially on a date with such a beautiful woman. Also, my security chief wasn't so pleased about my plans so I had to find another solution. Because of that I would like to ask you if you would like to accompany me to the public servant in the White House tomorrow? Besides, you don't have my number so you can't call to say you won't come because you are mad a me. And I figured that being the president also has its advantages. I saw this dress yesterday and I also asked Cathy for her opinion and we were both sure that it was like made for you. I hope you will follow this invitation because I really want to see you again.

Kurt

And with this her heart melted. Not only the fact that this letter was handwritten but also that he signed just with his first name drove her crazy. He made her crazy. It was astonishing how he could to that to her and it didn't take much. She couldn't reject an invitation to an official public servant. And she really would love to go because she really want to see him again too. But she knows she couldn't. It was nothing Diane Lockhart would do. That was just not her. But then her look wandered to that stunning dress again.