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For very best friends in the whole world, sometimes Dia and Gina don't communicate very well.
Maybe it's because they've known each other forever, or at least long enough to usually read each other with flawless precision.
It would be a lot easier, Dia thinks, huffing in annoyance as her best friend looks away with that same sad, lost look that's been in her eyes for the past season, if Gina wasn't so abnormally good at just missing the point.
She's been moping about that silly farmer, pining away and moping because the Prince never really falls for the homely, wholesome little maid.
And just now, when she finally announced, exhausted but beaming with pride at her work, that the Goddess Robe was finished, and Dia floated downstairs draped in the shimmery fabric fashioned into a beautiful gown, Gina watched her with such a sad smile.
"You look beautiful, Miss. We have to go show Jack tomorrow; he'll love to see you looking so lovely."
Sweet, selfless, stupid Gina. Completely missing that Jack has only been here, throughout all of this, for her. A perfunctory smile for Dia, of course, and a genuinely warm greeting for Martha, but nothing like the way his eyes light up and his ears turn brightly red when Gina bustles quietly into the room.
Completely missing that his admiring look, when the girls visit the farmhouse to present their – Gina's work – is for the beautifully made dress and its seamstress, not the dark-haired girl modeling it.
But that isn't the only point Gina is missing lately. Maybe it's better, though, that she doesn't notice that Dia liked Jack a lot more when the rumor was that he liked Lyla. Now she thinks she might hate him: hate his goofy smile, and his scraggly ponytail, and that horrible hat, and the way his eyes lingered on Gina when she walked, no doubt imagining things that only Dia was allowed to see when they bathed together.
This, she thinks wearily, must be what growing up is about: realizing that no matter how badly you want something, you can't always have it, and all the money in the world won't make Gina see what's right in front of her.
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And when they arrive back at the Villa, Dia locks herself in her room and refuses flatly to come out, ordering Gina to go visit her farmer again, if she's so lonely.
Gina would love to stay and persist, call to Dia through the door and tell her that she's missed the point, and Jack is a nice boy, just like a favourite cousin or a nice older brother, but he likes pretty girls, not girls like Gina, and Dia is very pretty. Maybe she should try being a little nicer to Jack if she likes him, even though Gina hopes she won't, because she doesn't want Dia to get married and go away and leave her with only Grandma, because she loves Grandma, but she loves Dia more, and differently.
But it isn't her place to try to correct the Master's daughter, even when she's being silly, so she just slinks down the stairs with a wistful little backward glance over her shoulder at that closed and locked door, and thinks how nice it would be if Jack would marry Gwen or Lyla or Katie and stop making Dia angry with her.
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But even girls who aren't good at communicating sometimes find their way, with the help of an old lady who wants to see her two darlings happy, even if it means that she may never get to see either of them in a wedding gown.
So when Jack shows up at the Villa again a few days to see shining dark and shimmering blue heads bent close together, sees Dia run one finger softly and reverently over Gina's lips before kissing her hesitantly and uncertainly, he grins despite a little wrench of pain when Gina kisses back.
So, they finally got the point; took them long enough.
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