Happy March 12, people! It's finally here :D

I'm sorry for the delay, but real life was keeping me busy. Luckily, I managed to finish this chapter before the episode aired, so I'm very proud of myself ;P

Unfortunately, this is the last chapter of this story. As you know, it was just my way of passing the time before tonight's episode. I loved every single moment of it, but I don't have as much time to write anymore, so I'll leave it where it is at the end of this chapter. If I don't like 2x16, I can always go back to this and be like: 'Why couldn't it have gone this way ...'

Thank you for all your lovely reviews, they inspired most of these five chapters :) You people are all awesome, I do hope this last chapter won't disappoint you :)

Now, to answer guest reviews:

xxcherrxx: Thank you for the review, I'm glad you liked it :) More Lola/Narcisse interaction is coming :)

Hodger: Sure, Francis has made his share of mistakes and hurt a lot of people. But, the first chapter of this story wasn't the totally objective opinion about who was to blame more for the mistakes that had been made, Francis or Mary. It was Francis' view on the situation ( or what I thought his reaction would be ). Naturally, it's always easier to point one's finger at the other person and say it's all his/her fault, so I think Francis would react in that far from noble, but completely human way. I distanced myself from writing about Mary as much as possible because I didn't want this fic to become my list of reasons why I don't like her. I focused on the characters I love and the things I love the most about them instead and I'm really happy with how it turned out. I guess you are a fan of Mary's ( or at least the person Mary used to be ), so this way we can enjoy writing/reading about the things we both like without arguing who is right about her character :) Thank you for both of your reviews, I appreciate them a lot :)

LadyLola: Thank you for all your compliments, I'm blushing here :) I love your enthusiasm about Lola/Narcisse, it makes me feel relieved that there is more people out there who are as obsessed with them as I am. I do hope we get to see at least a glimpse of them together in tonight's episode. We Lorcisse shippers do not ask for much, Reign writers ;)

I hope you like the masquerade ball ( it will maybe seem people recognize each other too easily, but bear in mind those people know each other or are actually looking for each other ). Enjoy :)

"Breathe, Greer." Lola whispered in her friend's ear.

Said friend was stiff like a rock, all in panic someone would recognize her. In Lola's opinion, Greer tired herself out unnecessarily. With black wig, dressed in a long golden dress with matching mask that hid her face from mouth up, Lola doubted even Greer's own mother would recognize her.

Greer let out first breath in the last minute. Her eyes met Lola's.

"This was a bad idea." she mumbled, biting her lower lip.

"It was not." Lola countered. "Just relax. Nobody's going to recognize you if you behave naturally. You draw more unwanted attention if you look guilty."

Greer looked around immediately, as if she feared somebody had overheard them. When she was convinced her presence at court was still a secret, she faced Lola again.

"I doubt I'll have any fun this way." she said. "I should leave. With me gone, at least you and Kenna can have some fun."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Kenna, shining in her new red-black dress, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, startling them both. "You are staying right where you are. Mary has already stood us up and I refuse to let you leave this ball without dancing a single dance."

Mary had excused herself from attending tonight's ball when she had come to meet them earlier to wish them wonderful time at it. The fact that she didn't see Conde at the ball either worried Lola enormously. After Francis' confession, she had been watching her Queen and the Prince of Blood carefully, trying to distinguish how far that relationship had gone. She had noticed the spark that appeared in Mary's eyes whenever she met Conde's, but it had seemed nobody else had. Maybe it had been obvious to her because she had been looking for it. Since it wasn't her secret to tell, she hadn't spoken about it to either Kenna or Greer. She had wanted to discuss the matter with Mary herself, but couldn't find the proper way to bring it up.

"Can I have this dance, my lady?"

A young man offered his hand to Greer. Lola couldn't recognize him because of dark blue mask he was wearing, but the smile on his face and innocent shine in his green eyes seemed perfectly harmless. She noticed Kenna had already rushed to elbow Greer to accept it, but she opted for more gentle support and gave an encouraging smile to her still reluctant friend.

"Yes." Greer finally smiled at the gentleman and accepted his offer.

Lola watched them as they took their position among other couples. Greer's footsteps seemed lighter and her breathing calmer. She still didn't look the man in the eyes, but smile didn't leave her lips.

"She will be fine." Kenna commented.

Lola smiled, her mind finally at ease at seeing her friend happy.

"I know she will."

"You look beautiful."

Greer was sure her cheeks became bright red at hearing his compliment and thanked the God for the mask. Beside making her appear calm and collected, which she was far from, it did its job perfectly hiding her identity. Nobody in the room but her friends spared as much as a glance at her and she finally let herself enjoy the evening.

"Thank you." she smiled shyly at her partner, but then decided she could be just a little bold. "You look very dashing yourself, sir."

He chuckled lightly and raised his hand for her to twirl under it. His dancing wasn't perfect, but neither was hers. He seemed very young, so she guessed this was one of his first balls. It could pass as an excuse for her nervousness too if need be.

When they faced each other again, she found the courage to look him in the eyes. There was something familiar about them, about his smile, but she was afraid of looking at him for too long, so her gaze fell onto his chest again.

"You really don't recognize me, do you?"

Her head snapped up. He was grinning playfully at her, but her breath still got stuck in her throat.

"Should I?" she barely managed to utter those two short words.

"You wound me, Greer." smile was gone from his face, as if he truly was in pain. "I thought we knew each other better than that."

Her heart skipped a beat at him saying her name. He knew who she was. Still, she found herself unable to look or run away. The hurt in his eyes was familiar, something she had seen before. Something she had caused before.

"Leith." she breathed, her skin filling with goose bumps. He knew she shouldn't be here. She was completely at his mercy, mercy she didn't deserve after everything she had put him through.

"O, you do remember me." he said sarcastically, but his expression softened.

"I ... I ..." she struggled with finding the right words, any words. "How ... How did you recognize me?"

For a moment, it seemed he would make yet another sarcastic remark of failings of her memory, but his voice was gentle when he spoke.

"Your eyes." he said. "You cannot hide them."

She wished she could, for right now they were surely betraying her happiness about him remembering her appearance even to the tinniest detail. She could change her clothes, the colour of her hair, hide her face, but her eyes would always remain part of her. Part he had spared so much time staring at. No wonder he had needed only a single gaze to recognize her. It was to her embarrassment that she had needed so, so much more to recognize him.

"Leith, I'm sorry." she tried to apologize, but it sounded pathetic even to her own ears. "For not recognizing you."

"You've moved on." he said firmly, but with large dose of coldness in his voice. "I'm a part of your past. And memories fade in time."

Yours haven't. the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she decided not to say them out loud. It would just bring out the very memories she had tried so hard to bury. It would give her hope. Hope was what had been eating her from inside since the moment she had left for France. She had had hope for a future with Tomás. She had had hope for a future with Lord Julien. She had had so much hope for her marriage to Aloysius. But, they had all turned out to be disappointments. She was tired of hoping; she was tired of the emptiness broken hopes left within her.

"Believe me, I wish so many things were different." she sighed. "But, I've made my choices. I have to live with them now and with all memories of them."

"We all do." he commented somewhat curtly.

"But, you don't have to live with the memories of my choices." he still didn't understand; she had to explain. "Let them go. Find someone to create new, happier memories with."

He seemed taken aback.

"You ... you wouldn't mind it?"

"I cannot ask of you to live your life burdened with memories of me." she was taken by surprise herself at realizing she truly spoke from the heart, not because she felt obliged to act out of fake nobility. "If I have ever felt something for you, I have to let you go. I want you to be happy, Leith, even if it is without me."

His hand suddenly moved from her back to her face. He cupped her cheek and for the shortest of moments, she hoped he would kiss her.

No. No more hope. she told herself as she raised her hand to his and removed it from her face. She would give hope neither to him nor to herself. Her life was now far from the court, far from him. She would not hope for any help, but learn how to survive on her own.

Sudden applause snapped her out of her thoughts. The dance had ended and the dancers were expressing their delight. Greer separated her hands from Leith and followed their example. The clapping helped her to deafen her own loud and confusing thoughts.

She wanted to go back to Lola and Kenna, but she noticed they were surrounded by some men. She wasn't sure who the men were, but she guessed it would be an unwise idea to join them now. It was very likely hidden faces belonged to Francis or Bash and meeting them was the last thing she needed, even masked.

"Can I offer you another dance while we wait for your friends to get rid of all of their suitors?"

She turned to Leith. His hand was already waiting for her and a warm smile was playing on his lips, matching his jesting tone.

"I would love that." she returned the smile without thinking. It was so easy, so natural, to laugh with Leith. He could lure a smile her lips without even trying.

As he took her hand into his, Greer felt completely at ease for the first time that night. She didn't hope everything would be alright. She knew it would be.

This part from Kenna's point of view and the next one from Lola's happen at the same time. I'm just mentioning it here so it doesn't confuse you :)

Kenna's eyes looked for her husband in the crowd. She was sure she would be able to recognize Bash, no matter what kind of mask he wore. Bash's eyes were truly like sapphires, azure of rare beauty. There was no way she could miss them.

Anxiety rose within her with every new pair of eyes that weren't the one she was looking for. Had Bash chosen work over her yet again? When she had asked him, he had told her he would be here. So, where was he?

"May I ask for this dance, my lady?" familiar voice sent shivers down her spine.

"You may." it would be a very unwise decision to refuse a king once, yet Kenna planned to do it. She couldn't be that foolish twice.

Soon, she found herself among other couples, not too far from Greer and her mysterious partner. She shivered as Antoine placed his hand on her back, but let him take her hand into his.

"So," he said when the music eliminated any possibility of their conversation being eavesdropped on. "You still haven't given me your answer to my offer."

It was the truth. Kenna had decided to decline his offer a week ago, but during the next seven days he had been nowhere to find. It had seemed as if he had been avoiding her, waiting for her determination to wear off.

But, it would not wear off. It would not.

"Your offer flatters me." she started carefully, aware of offensive pride of kings. "Many would call it a dream offer. But, I'm afraid I must decline."

Antoine's eyes spread, she couldn't tell whether in surprise or anger.

"Lady Kenna, are you aware ..."

"Yes, I am perfectly aware of what I'm declining." she interrupted him, more determinate with every word that left her mouth. "But, this is where I belong. With my friends. With my husband."

"But, you are not happy." he stated, trying to change her mind. "I saw you with Bash. Look me in the eyes and tell me you are happy with him."

She raised her head to do just as he had asked.

"I am happy with Bash." she said firmly. "We have our problems, but we try to solve them. We do not run away from them."

He made a step that demanded her to twirl under his arm. She knew it gave him an opportunity to think of an answer, but she was determined to face any temptation he might provide. She loved Bash and she loved her friends. They were her anchor, helping her to stand her ground against Antoine. They were her shield to protect her from any of his advances, real or fake.

"But, you would be queen." he realized that slandering hers and Bash's marriage was getting him nowhere, so he tried another tactic. "Everyone would be at your feet, bound to obey your every command. Don't you want that?"

"No." she shook her head. "I want people who surround me to tell me when I'm doing something wrong, not just nod in fear of me. It's called friendship. And all of my friends are here. I will not leave them."

Her determination obviously took him completely by surprise, for he didn't speak for a very long time. Kenna didn't want to lose the advantage she had gained, so they danced in silence.

Only when the dance was over did he address her again.

"You will regret your choice, Lady Kenna." his voice contained the slightest note of threat, but more than enough to make her shiver. "You will regret the moment you refused to become my queen."

He let go of her hands, all of his gentleness and charm gone. She could easily imagine this would have happened every time she would have opposed him in any matter if she had gone to Navarre.

"My only regret is that I didn't refuse you sooner." the words left her mouth before she could restrain her anger. How foolish she had been to think he had ever cared for her. His sweet words, his promises, they were all lies.

"Careful, Kenna." he snarled, suddenly grabbing her wrist again. "I will not tolerate your insolence."

"Let go of me." she demanded, trying to rouse her hand out of his, but his squeeze just became firmer, even painful.

"Don't think you can command me." fire raged in his eyes, making her look away in fear. He was a king; God knew what he could do to her or to the people she cared for if he decided to have his revenge on her. If only she hadn't said those last words, if she had just managed to control herself ...

"Let go of my wife."

"Lola."

She turned around to meet the familiar pair of blue eyes. Bash was wearing black mask with touch of red. Knowing Kenna, she had made her husband swear on everything he held dear to wear clothes that matched hers.

"Bash." she smiled in greeting. "I'm glad to see you here. It means France is at peace for the night."

His lips quirked up, but his eyes left her even before she finished, scanning the crowd around them.

"Have you seen my wife anywhere?" he asked.

It was the worst possible moment for him to ask that, since Kenna had accepted King Antoine's offer to dance just a few moments ago. They had to wait for the end of the dance for Kenna to join them again. That meant few very long minutes for Lola during which she had to prevent Bash from leaving the ball.

"She is dancing." she pointed in the direction she had last seen Kenna and Antoine. It would do no good to try to hide them from Bash's gaze.

As she had expected, he frowned the moment he laid his darkening eyes at them. She couldn't deny he had good reasons to be angry with Antoine, but she would not let him make a scene. There were already enough ill feelings between Bourbons and Valois; she would not let their hatred ruin this night.

"Bash." she put her hand on his shoulder before he could march off in the dancers' direction. "Leave it be. Kenna can fend for herself."

"But, she is my wife!" he protested. "And he's having his hands all over her! How can I just stand here and watch?"

"Have faith in her." Lola put all of her belief in Kenna in those words. If she didn't believe in her friend's strength, how could Bash? "She loves you. She would not fall under his charms."

Her words made him look at her again.

"How can you be so sure?" his features were full of uncertainty and, she noticed, fear of being hurt. He loved Kenna and he feared the scars losing her would leave on his heart. "She has always wanted more than I could offer her. Being a king's lover would bring her more fortune in a month than being a wife of the King's deputy could in a lifetime. How can you know she will not choose him over me? It would be the sweetest revenge for all the times I've chosen duty over her."

Regret in his words was so obvious and Lola felt words of forgiveness sneaking to her lips. She knew he had hurt her friend, but also that regret for their mistakes would help Kenna and Bash mend their relationship. This marriage, no matter that it had been forced, would not fall apart that easily.

"She has learned much from her dealings with your father." she said. "And she appreciates having someone as loyal and honest as you by her side that much more. But, you have to show her you appreciate and love her just as much. Kenna loves attention, you and I both know that. Show it to her just a little bit and you will never have to doubt her loyalty to you."

The dance was over just at that moment. They applauded with the rest of the room, but Lola could feel Bash's impatience to go do just what she had suggested.

"Thank you, Lola." he said when their eyes met. "I needed this."

"Don't mention it." she smiled. "Off with you now, I don't want to see you without your wife in your arms for the evening."

He grinned impishly and was gone in a second.

Lola felt delighted at the idea of a sight of Kenna and Bash happy again. God knew enough marriages had fallen apart during the last few months. Lord Julien's – Remy's – face appeared in her mind uninvited, but it was very soon chased away and even without her having to bother.

"May I have this dance, Lady Lola?" another familiar pair of blue eyes met her gaze, but this one was so intimidating that she froze.

"Lord Narcisse." she managed to mumble. Of all people ...

The same note from the beginning of the last part from Kenna's point of view :) Though, they don't end at the same point in time :)

"Sebastian." Antoine met her husband's eyes with a mocking smirk. Still, he didn't remove his hand from Kenna's wrist. "How nice of you to join us."

"I will not ask again." Bash snarled. "Get your hands off my wife."

"Ah, your lovely wife." Antoine grinned widely at Kenna, like a wolf showing his teeth and the danger they could bring. "Although, I guess she is not as yours as you may think."

Kenna saw spark of anger in Bash's eyes. She prayed that he didn't leave without giving her a chance to explain. She had intended to get rid of Antoine without involving Bash, but now it seemed like an impossible task.

She used the moment of Antoine's distraction to rouse her hand out of his squeeze. She rushed to stand next to Bash; to her great relief, he didn't move away from her, but rather stood protectively in front of her.

"Your quarrel is with me, not with her." he told the King of Navarre. "If you want to settle scores, I will gladly duel you."

Without thinking, Kenna grabbed Bash's upper arm. Her husband was brave and one of the best sword-fighters in the kingdom, but still, challenging a king to a duel would bring them no good. They would just gain more enemies, and in Bash's line of work, enemies were something he already had too much of.

"Now, now, we are all friends here, aren't we?" Antoine smirked, as if he didn't think Bash's challenge worthy of even considering. "You would be hurt if I went looking for other, better friends, wouldn't you?"

Kenna had no idea what he was talking about, but judging by Bash's clenched teeth, it wasn't good. She had to lower the tensions before the talk escalated.

"Thank you for the dance, King Antoine." both of the men jumped at the sound of her voice, as if they had forgotten she was there. "If you will excuse us, I would love to dance with my husband now."

Antoine watched her coldly for a moment, but then a dishonest smirk appeared on his lips.

"Of course." he nodded. "I do hope he is a good dancer. I would hate to see you regret your choice of partner."

Without another word, he left.

Kenna found her knees give up and was grateful for Bash's arms that were suddenly around her, keeping her upright.

"Are you alright?" worry in his voice was so honest that she had to laugh. Yes, she was a bit scared, but she could handle it.

"Yes." she smiled. "Thank you."

Her smile lured one to his lips too.

"Would you like to dance?"

She knew her eyes were sparking, because she felt like her heart could explode of happiness.

"Of course." she put her hand on his shoulder as he took her other into his own. "I know how rare the opportunities to dance with you are; I must not miss a single one."

He laughed and spun her around, making her giggle. But, when they were back face to face, his expression was serious.

"I know I have put you aside too many times." he said in apologetic tone. "I'm sorry that you have felt neglected and forgotten. But, I never forget you, Kenna. The further I am, the more I miss you."

She melted at those words, but still, it was all they were; words. She couldn't chase the feeling of loneliness away so easily. She needed more.

"I know you are of greatest value to both Francis and France." she said, trying to find the balance between altruism, which was most definitely not her treat, and selfishness, which sometimes had too much control over her. "But, they could survive few hours every day without you. Not everything is your cross to bear, Bash."

He didn't answer, but her eyes told her more than thousand words. He was tired too. He wanted to be happy. With her.

"You cannot live like this. I can't live like this. And I'm sure we both don't want to live like this." she continued. "I want us to be happy. We've gone through too much to give up on our marriage."

"I have never intended to give up on our marriage." his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

She let the unspoken question linger between them. He had to ask it if he wanted to know the truth.

"Have you?"

"Antoine offered me to go with him to Navarre and be his queen." unlike a week ago with Lola, she could now say those words without shame. "He told me he would make me happy in every way you failed to do. But, I refused him."

Anger sparked in his eyes, but confusion followed soon after.

"If you aren't happy with me, why didn't you accept it?"

"Because I am happy with you." she replied. "When you are here, by my side, I am the happiest person in the world."

He seemed taken aback by her words.

"So am I." he mumbled. "I don't tell you that nearly as often as I should, but I love you, Kenna."

"And I love you." she smiled and pulled him closer, enjoying his warmth, his scent. "But, I'm not very good at sharing, so tell your lover, duty, to back off."

She could feel him smile as he kissed her. Warmth spread through her body. Her blood sang as she kissed him back passionately, as if they were alone in the room.

"We are not alone." he remarked playfully, his lips escaping hers.

She was a little disappointed, but not too much. This way, she held leverage over him to make him make it all up to her tonight in their chambers.

"Always, some excuse, huh?" she scolded him teasingly. "Tonight, you'll have none."

His hand lingered between them, waiting for her to act properly and accept it.

Lola forced herself to pull herself together. She would not let him confuse her as easily as he had the last time.

"I didn't expect to see you here." she said with the slightest bit of poison in her voice. "You haven't really attended balls since you lost your position."

"Well, who can tell but the special few that it is me under this mask?" he asked teasingly, but his eyes didn't leave hers for a moment.

She blushed, knowing he was complimenting her.

"Still, you don't strike me as a fan of dancing." for a moment, she wondered if he was a good dancer. She had never seen him dance. When she realized what had been going through her head, she banished the thought. "What are you doing here then?"

"The same thing your friend Greer is." he grinned eagerly. "Sneaking."

She wasn't even aware of what she was doing when she made one threatening step closer to him.

"If you tell anyone she is here ..."

"Do not fret, Lady Lola." he interrupted her. He made one step closer to her too, so they were now separated only by the skirts of her dress. "I am not here to ruin your friends' fun."

"Are you here to ruin mine?" she snapped, hating herself a moment after. He could make her lose her temper so easily, as if she were a child. How could she let him do that over and over again?

"You may find it hard to believe, but no." he grinned at her, knowing how infuriating he was being. It took every bit of her self-control to remain where she was instead of dashing off in random direction, as far away from him as possible. "I want you to have fun. With me."

"You, sir, are too bold." she hated the butterflies in her belly his words had caused. 'Fun' and Narcisse in the same sentence made her think of the sex journal and its contents made her think of unimaginably improper things.

"It seems boldness is the only thing that can melt that heart of ice of yours." he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. To her great surprise and annoyance, she let him kiss it. "So, will you do me the honour of being my partner during the next dance?"

She glanced at Greer and her partner. Her friend seemed relaxed, laughing at something he had said. She could handle one dance with Narcisse for her sake. That way she would be sure he wouldn't tell anyone of Greer's presence.

"Don't dance with me to protect your friend." Narcisse's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. It seemed the man could even read her mind. "I will not tell anyone of her presence, even if you refuse me. Dance with me because you want to."

She wished she could look him in the eyes and tell him she didn't want to dance with him. But, it would be a lie and he would know it. He knew her better than she knew – or wanted to know – herself.

She took a deep breath and prepared herself to fall prey to the truth.

"I will dance with you." at least her voice didn't shiver. "But, just one dance."

"As much as the lady wishes." he grinned victoriously and led her among other couples. Rather than thinking about the goose bumps his touch caused, scent that tempted her to lean closer and take a deep breath or piercing blue eyes, Lola focused on watching her friends chat happily with their partners.

"Forgive me for not saying it sooner, but you look ravishing tonight."

Her eyes met his. There was no trace of mockery or sneer in them. She recognized the serious expression in them; this was what he looked like when he was being honest. It made it that much harder for her to refuse his advances.

"Thank you." no matter how awkward it made her feel, it was proper to give a compliment in return. "You look ... very dashing yourself."

He chuckled, as if her attempts at politeness amused him greatly. When they took their position, she found herself trapped between his arm and his body. They stood so close that their chests practically touched as they drew breath. Not that breathing was easy for Lola; his presence so close to her made her feel like she was suffocating.

"You know I was chasing Claude with mere desire to rise in station." he spoke suddenly, making her look at his face again. "I feel nothing for her."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." she ignored silent, but still present content purring in her chest. "You owe me nothing. I am no-one to you."

"You and I both know that is not true." the way he looked at her – as if he was trying to break any doubt she might have about what she meant to him by force of a gaze – made her feel as if they were the only people in the room. Her memories went back to that day he had kissed her in that empty corridor, the day she had kissed him back. Judging by the lustful spark in his eyes, he was thinking about it too.

"If that is true, you will not make me choose between my son and you." she found the strength to speak, although her knees felt weak at the sight of him staring at her like that and at the idea of what could happen should she succumb to her desires. "I told you once; we cannot ..."

"You named thousands of reasons why we cannot." he interrupted her firmly, mockingly emphasising her refusal. "But, none of those was 'I don't want to.'."

She knew he was right. She wanted to. But, she couldn't. How couldn't he understand that?

"I care about more people than just myself." she said. "I cannot put my desires first."

"And if it was just about you?" he wondered. "About your desires?"

She took a deep breath.

"I think you already know the answer to that."

The words lingered between them as the dance continued. Both of them noticed the music had stopped only when the dancers around them started to applaud. Lola felt nervous, but weirdly light, as if a big burden had been removed from her shoulders. She had admitted, in her right mind, both to him and to herself, that she felt something for him. It was the truth; something he had provided her before, but hadn't got it in return. Until now.

"Thank you for the dance." he kissed her knuckles once again before leaving without an answer.

She stood in the middle of the room, too stunned to move.

"Lola!" Kenna's voice startled her, but also did her a favour of snapping her out of her numbness. She turned around to find both Greer and Kenna staring at her. "We've been looking all over for you!"

"I'm sorry." she mumbled. "I just ... I got distracted."

"Yes, we can see that." Greer smiled teasingly. "Who was that handsome man who got you distracted?"

"I ... I ..." she was not ready to tell the truth to her friends, not yet. She needed more time to reconcile with it herself. "I don't know who he is. I didn't recognize him with the mask on."

"Oh." both Kenna and Greer looked deeply disappointed.

Lola put on her widest smile, determined not to waste this night on thinking of a man who could never be hers. She had promised herself to have fun with her friends tonight and the thunder could hit her if she didn't fulfil that promise.

"Never mind him." she took Greer's right and Kenna's left hand into hers. "I think we owe ourselves a dance, ladies."

Kenna and Greer closed the circle – or the triangle – almost immediately.

"To us!" Kenna raised their hands in the air.

Boys and men could wait; tonight, the girls ran the world.

I hope you liked it :) I'd say 'Enjoy the tonight's episode.' but the summary doesn't sound very promising, so I'll just say: Hope all of your shipping hearts stay in one piece. :)