Tonight was the night.

Asami stared into the full length mirror. She felt more than excited. Thrilled. She waited a whole week of renovating her father's mansion for this. She hasn't even seen the prince in the whole time, since she had taken over the Sato business in her father's departure. It was hard work, seeing that she wanted to get rid of every single thing that reminded her of her father. In fact, she was in the process of just selling the entire Sato mobile business. With the money she got from it, she'd be set for life. No worries about money. If she ever had children, they'd be set for life, too.

In fact, Asami even spoke with Mako the day after he and Korra kissed. She broke up with him peacefully; glad to have that off her chest. She was a free woman, but her eyes were set on a certain fire general. Normally she was very faithful in a relationship. She was even the "possessive" type of girl; jealous. But her and Mako's relationship was over a long time ago. It had ended before she even knew it.

Weird thing was, she wasn't hurt anymore. At first, she felt as if her heart had been torn. She let Mako and his brother move into her home. She talked her father into giving them money to go to the championship. She really liked Mako. She thought…they would have so much in the future.

But now…

Asami admired herself in the mirror. Her dark hair splayed past her shoulders, ending with gentle curls. A black ribbon was in her hair, to the right side of her part. She outlined her light-green eyes with black eyeliner, which brought out the color even more. She even added a bit of blush on her pale cheeks, adding some color. And to finish it off, she added her signature deep red lipstick, outlining her lips with a darker red color to bring more emphasize. Asami knew she was a looker; she's had many boyfriends in the past. But each one she cared about. She wasn't trashy; she was a classy gal, raised by the richest man in Republic City. She knew her manners quite well.

She even wore a deep, luscious, sleeveless dress that matches every curve of her body. It hugged her waist and her slender legs, making her legs appear longer. She kept the rest of the outfit simple; wearing a white ring on her finger and red heels. She didn't want to go overboard.

But she had to admit. For a girl with her feminine beauty, she also had a great personality. Well, she hoped. She never thought of herself as arrogant like most rich people. She didn't want to become like the rest of them. She wanted to stay as humble as possible.

Republic City was throwing a celebration for Avatar Korra and her accomplishment. It was also celebrating the new team avatar, which consisted of Avatar Korra, Bolin, Mako, and Asami. They were also going to present awards to Tenzin, Lin Beifong, and General Iroh. Though a lot of citizens in the city were upset over who their leader turned to be, they only had one person to turn to: the avatar. Korra made a speech the first day after the fighting ended. She told them she would help non benders as well as benders, and she believed that any bender who abused their power should be thrown in jail. Asami had to admit, Korra was an amazing girl. And an amazing avatar. She was as tough as nails. Even though she was very jealous of the avatar at times, she couldn't help but admire her talents. The girl surely was a hero.

The celebration was going to be a formal one. People dressed formally, and they would have an orchestra playing. People would dance, talk about the upcoming future; etc. Asami was used to formal celebrations, seeing her family name. The sad thing was that "Sato" was no longer a "proud" name. Her father was Sato. Yes he created the Sato mobile, but he also built lethal equipment that helped the equalists do damage. He used his intellect for bad things.

Asami instantly cut off her thoughts from her father. She did not want to think about him right now. The man was probably in a jail cell, rotting away.

Did she care? No. He proved to be a horrible father, no matter how different he was when her mother was alive.

He was a disgrace.

When a knock sounded at her door, Asami knew it was time to go. The celebration was going to be held in the pro-bending arena. She thought it was the perfect place. It was the only place where non-benders and benders sat together to watch benders…fight. Even though that place brought bad memories, Asami agreed with the location.

She gave one last look in the mirror. What kind of girl did General Iroh like? Classy girls like herself who could drive a car better than most men? She had never been self conscious of herself until now. Would he even like her? Was he engaged?

Tonight would be the night she found out.

"Let's all give a big round of applause for the new team avatar, who saved Republic City from Amon and his lies!" The announced said, and Asami followed behind Bolin onto the stage. Korra entered first, along with Mako, Bolin, and herself. People were clapping wildly for the heroes. Asami smiled at the crowd, occasionally looking into the photographers who were begging for them to look.

She noticed how Korra smiled with her mouth closed. The girl was nervous. Asami smiled showing her perfectly white teeth. A smile could speak words, and the avatar was a beginner when it came to public speaking.

As they stood there, waiting for the applause to end, Asami searched the crowd for the prince. He was standing in the back, next to Lin Beifong, clapping properly with a genuine smile. Asami saw that he was looking at avatar Korra and her eyes narrowed for a moment, a hint of jealousy seeping into her blood. Does he like her?

Avatar Korra began her speech. At first, her voice was shaky and she stuttered once. Even though Asami was jealous of her, she hoped the avatar would straighten herself up. Halfway through the speech, the avatar seemed to get used to being in the limelight, and her voice grew stronger; more pronounced. She spoke about what she was going to do to help Republic City. She then thanked them for their time and thanked her friends and family. Everyone applauded again.

Asami glanced over at the prince. He was gone. She looked around, her eyes darting around the room. She spotted him over where the drinks were. He was ordering one.

Her eyes glinted mischievously. She didn't know he drank wine. She knew perfectly well that on celebrations like this, people got drunk silly. But the prince of the fire nation? What a shocker. She couldn't help but find this somewhat…hot.

Finally, they were allowed offstage. Asami immediately went to Korra and congratulated her. "Hey, great job on the speech. You did really well."

"Thanks Asami." Korra said, happy the girl congratulated her. She was blushing now. "At first, it was rough. But I think I'll get used to it."

Asami nodded at Bolin, who was trying to find the bathroom. Mako was hovering over Korra, watching her every move. He really did like her. Perhaps he did see her first…but then Asami ran into him. Literally.

Asami ventured into the throng of people on the ballroom dance floor. A lot of people thanked her kindly and moved on. Asami was on the search for the prince.

But a reporter cut her off, saying, "What do you plan to do with the Sato mobile business?"

Asami narrowed her eyes into the camera. "I'm selling it."

"Selling your father's hard work?"

"Yes. My father is a disgrace to my family for what he did. I no longer wish to have anything to do with that."

She moved on with that said. She couldn't sweeten things up; it was obvious what she wanted to do. It may be harsh, but it had to be done.

She finally saw General Iroh talking to two men. She stayed nearby, waiting for the perfect moment. When he was done talking to them, and looked at a picture on the wall, Asami approached him.

He was looking at a portrait of Aang. It was right after the hundred year-old war was over. The avatar was still a young child, with a lovely passive grin that was full of peace. He was a legend, a hero for what he did.

"I wish I could've met him." Asami said behind General Iroh. The general turned around and noticed Asami. He smiled at her.

"I met him when I was just a baby, but I can't even remember him."

"Your grandfather was a close friend of his. Wasn't he also his fire bending teacher?"

"Yes." General Iroh turned around. "So you're Mr. Sato's daughter."

Asami hid her discomfort at the name and gave the prince her flirtatious smile. She moved closer and said, "You can call me Asami."

She watched him take a sip and said teasingly, "I didn't know you drank, General Iroh."

"You're welcome to just call me Iroh. And this isn't wine. This is tea."

Asami could've laughed. She knew Iroh's entire family was big on tea. Why hadn't she realized that before? Now she felt really foolish.

"What kind of tea is it?"

"This was my great-grandfather's favorite tea." General Iroh said. "Jasmine tea."

Asami stared at him. This might take awhile.

An hour passed and Asami was already in the back room, pressed up against General Iroh, kissing him passionately. She kissed him first, but he kissed her back. Now, he had her back against the wall with his hands on her waist. She had her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. She had just raised her leg, the dress riding up to reveal her skin, and wrapped it around his waist.

The prince's hand stroked her skin, riding further, and suddenly—he threw himself away. Asami blinked, seeing lipstick on his mouth and cheek from where she kissed him. What just happened? His hair was also sticking up in places from where she ran her fingers through.

"What's wrong?" Asami asked.

"I'm terribly sorry. I'm being completely rash." General Iroh said, his cheeks bright red.

"You don't have to apologize." Asami reassured him, cupping his cheeks and leaning up to kiss him. He jerked away, looking ashamed. Her heart dropped. So he is engaged?

"Are you engaged?" Asami demanded.

"No!" Iroh said, shaking his head. "It's just…"

"It's just what?" Asami pressed on. She was doing so good, having him all to herself.

"You're beautiful, Ms. Sato." General Iroh told her genuinely, softly stroking her cheek. She leaned into his touch. She had dreamed of this. Please… "But I have no intention of getting into a relationship right now."

WHAT?

"I'm really sorry." General Iroh hung his head, kissed Asami on the forehead, and left the room.

Instead of crying like she wanted to, Asami glared at the door. If he thinks that would stop her, then he was wrong. She'll just have to try harder next time.