A/N: I'm not that happy with this chapter. However, I can promise you more intriguing chapters in the future.

This is mostly fluff. Mistakes are mine, so just kindly overlook them.

Hope you like it! :)

CHAPTER 3

Regina's POV:

The brunette paced about the party, averting everyone that seemed to have the slightest interest in the floral arrangements. She herself adored how everything was set up but distinguishing between the plants still seemed an unimaginable task. Regina had to immediately think about the flower girl she had put in the confessional box a few hours prior. The mayor only shrugged her shoulders at the thought though; the brunette could release her later or maybe even never.

Her eyes darted around the guests, searching for one woman in particular. The Savior.

Regina chuckled lightly when she saw a blonde in a beautiful wedding dress who apparently and awkwardly tried to pour herself a glass of the punch. The mayor moved closer and cleared her throat once she stood in front of the back of the other woman.

The blonde turned around with an indifferent facial expression and one of her arms was pressed behind her back, seemingly fiddling with the ladle. Once she eyed the dark-haired woman, the bride had to smile broadly.

Regina instantly had to grin as well when looking into the emerald eyes of the woman and spoke up. In that moment, the mayor forgot about everything she actually came here for.

"Hi."

"Hi." The blonde replied sheepishly.

She couldn't believe that she had only eyes and adoration for the younger woman. The dark-haired woman tried to stop smiling but failed miserably as she stared at the stunning woman before her and introduced herself.

"We haven't met. I'm Regina. You must be Miss …?"

The blonde seemed as if a lightening had struck her for only half a second before she smiled back. As she gave her response, Regina didn't only fall in love with her voice.

"It's Miss Swan but please call me Emma."

The former Evil Queen had never felt as out of place and out of control as when being so close to the Savior. She was here to drag the Savior away but her words and actions failed her in that moment. The brunette knew though, that just capturing the girl and getting her to Storybrooke wasn't a good idea after all. Regina had to think of another way to get her there and break the curse. Why not just talk about something she had no idea of.

"I did your flowers."

Regina definitely knew how to make a lie sound incredibly genuine and true. She was mentally chuckling at her outstanding abilities while remaining to stare into the soul of the blonde.

Emma's POV:

The blonde's lie-detector was still working as she made out the pack of lies that Regina tried to tell her. Emma grinned even broader now and questioned the dark-haired woman in front of her with a stunned expression.

"You did?"

The brunette easily avoided to reply to her question when she moved forward and pointed to the punchbowl. Her voice was husky once she spoke up. The blonde couldn't hide her appreciation of the sound and the view, once a light red settled down on her cheeks.

"Anyway, I just wanted to get…"

Emma made a step in the older woman's direction, stopping her in her movements as she looked blankly at her. Regina continued nevertheless.

"…a drink?"

The blonde chuckled adorably and her smile grew in an instant when she teasingly replied.

"I wouldn't."

Regina was stunned and furrowed her brow in confusion before she said something.

"Is there something wrong, dear?"

She added after a few seconds, her raspy voice as sexy as ever. "I could always give you a hand."

The blonde looked kind of shocked when she heard those words and felt a kick in her stomach. Her heart fluttered for a moment but she instantly turned around and faced the bowl.

After Emma gulped sheepishly, she finally answered the beauty in front of her and allowed Regina to move next to her.

"My ring… my wedding ring is in there."

They were both chuckling while examining the situation with the ladle and Emma found the situation quite amusing. Nevertheless she was quite baffled when the brunette suddenly made a suggestion.

"There's only one thing to do. Cover me."

Regina rolled up the sleeves of the red shirt and was skilfully fishing for the ring in the bowl as the two women stood with their backs, touching one another. The blonde had to stifle her laughter once the movements of the body behind her shook her as well.

While the brunette was still searching for the ring, a bearded guy walked up to Emma.

"Could I have some punch?"

The blonde grinned at him and didn't quite know what to tell him. When Regina suddenly slipped the ring on Emma's finger, the latter felt her chest tighten at the action. It was weird but she instantly shut the feeling away.

"Here you go, darling." The brunette replied teasingly as she moved forward and held her soaking wet hand out in front of her.

The guy shook the hand and contorted his face in disgust once he noticed the wetness of Regina's hand. The former Evil Queen just smirked and tried hard to contain her laughter. Emma on the other hand just laughed loudly. She gained herself a death glare form the weird man but she obviously didn't care. The bride was happy when he was finally gone.

"I hate that dude. So thank you for getting rid of him so fast."

Emma spoke up, grinning and the brunette just nodded with a broad smile on her face. Their eyes immediately locked and they stared in each other's eyes for a while. The silence that fell between them felt almost natural and familiar as well as the feelings settling within them. The blonde definitely knew that she was somehow attracted to the older woman.

A few seconds passed when a voice roughly tore them out of their peaceful quiet.

"Emma! We're going to start with the speeches!"

Regina's POV:

Once Emma started to take the lead for her apparently more than idiotic husband, who barely brought out a word, the brunette decided that it would be best to leave. Hearing the blonde talk about the man she loved felt honestly weird. Regina was maybe a little bit jealous. Yes, she wanted someone to love her as well. That must have been it.

The mayor marched out of the marquee but glanced back one last time to see and to hear the blonde that caused feelings in her, she had never had. Or had she?

Thanks for reading. I hope it wasn't a complete waste of time. ;)