The soft moonlight shined through the windows, illuminating the ballroom with its glow. The Fontaine’s main hall was flooded with people from the village. Even Wriothesley was there, goofing around with his partner.

They danced and danced, surrounded by the soothing melody of the disc stereo—playing the orchestral version of “Love Story”. They all had fun, all had that glint of admiration for their partners.

Everyone except the well-know Monsieur Neuvillette.

How could it be that, the Chef of Justice himself, would be seen standing in a corner, pretending to show mild-interest in a random vase of flowers? Hell, even Dottore, who had had his own ‘party’ in Suremu City, had a partner. To make things worse, Monsieur Neuvillette was also the host of this ‘party’.

Even with this fact, he was alone. He had no partner in sight. But you came…You just had to come now, didn’t you? Looking all…breathtaking with your pale blue ball gown, matching The Fontaine’s theme. But you stood out from everyone. You always did.

And Monsieur Neuvillette himself was aware of that fact. He didn’t exactly know what to consider the relationship between the both of you. Secretive glances that lasted longer than usual, brief conversations…He could swear that there was chemistry between the both of you.

Your gazes met. His breath hitched. You smiled knowingly, striding towards the center of the ballroom as he did as well. This felt like a scene straight from a princess movie. He stood before you, offering his right hand, not even thinking.

“May i have this dance..?” he asked in a hushed tone.

…which led to the both of you dancing like there was no one else there. No one else but the two of you, with his left hand resting on your waist and the other joined with yours. His movements were gracious, as if he had done this many times before.

He twirled you around before pressing you back against him, not letting his gaze settle anywhere else..but you.