"May I have this dance?"

When they arrived, Diana could see that Akko was bubbling with excitement. Her eyes sparkled at everything she saw and her lips would always form a large grin. Diana was staring at her again, but she would deny it if you pointed it out.

When the event started, both found themselves on a table with strangers, but they didn't mind; as long as they were both in the same vicinity as each other, they'd be fine. Diana glanced to her right where the brunette sat. Akko's mouth was hanging open, as if in awe that her friend Andrew is actually getting married. Diana willed herself to focus on Andrew making a speech in front but she can't take her eyes off of Akko. She really thinks Akko is way too beautiful tonight, and she feels a small bubbling feeling of jealousy at the bottom of her stomach.

She pushes it down, though. She admits she didn't want anyone to come near Akko and ask her for a dance, but she doesn't let the feeling take over her. When Andrew finished his speech with a slight twinkle in his eyes, he told his guests to take over the dance floor and dance with whomever they loved.

By instinct, Akko and Diana's eyes meet – for only a second though, since they're both way too shy to act on what Andrew said.

"I'm just going to go get myself a drink, Akko. Wait for me here…" Diana says hastily, not bothering to hear a response from the crimson eyed girl. She maneuvered her way through the couples dancing and got herself a glass of champagne.

"Diana." She heard the familiar voice of her childhood friend. "Come here alone?" He prompts. He looked as charming as he was when they were younger, only with some sort of life he definitely did not have when they were children.

"No," She replies, taking a sip from the champagne she held. "I'm with Akko." She says, glancing at the other's reaction; she knew he had feelings for her when they were younger.

"How is she?" He asks, curious. "I don't love her anymore; you do know that – right Diana?"

"I know." She nods, drinking the rest of the bubbly drink. "But I love her."

Diana's words clearly shocked the poor boy. His eyebrows were scrunched in confusion and delight while he struggled to find the words to say. Before he could react properly, however, Diana goes back to the table with newfound determination.

Once she arrived, she found Akko chatting with some strangers with a smile on her face.

Diana did not like that.

"Excuse me." She says in a curt manner. "May I steer her away from this conversation?" The poor man, too scared to say anything just nodded and walked away. Akko looked at her with a pout and was about to reprimand her for her rudeness but she was cut off with a sudden question by Diana.

"Akko, may I have this dance?" Diana held her hand out in a gentlemanly manner, mustering all the courage to say this must have been the effect of the small amount of alcohol in her body but she didn't care. So when she felt a warm hand hold hers, she felt really happy.

The two made their way to the dancefloor, holding each other tight the whole time they did so. Their bodies swayed in sync to the sweet and soft melodious music that played in the background. Diana had her hand on Akko's waist and she couldn't help but feel what she felt when her aunt had died.

This is perfect. Akko happily thinks. She always saw Diana with a smile lately; she's wishfully thinking that she would be the reason.