You are at Mary's. She's currently curling a few strands of your shiny (h/c) hair.
"What are wearing, anyways ?" You ask Mary.
"I'll wear the gown over there." She gestures to a long, dark blue gown with white pumps.
"Ahhh...Wait a minute. What shoes do I wear ?" You ask, suddenly nervous. How could you forget this detail?
"Uhhm..." Mary trails off. She's as clueless as you are.
"You know what ? I have an idea. But first we finish your hair. Ok ?"
"Ok." You say. You have to trust her. And you do it.
After a few agonizing slow minutes, your hair is ready. She straightened your hair and did a few big curls. 'Too highlight your beautiful eyes' to quote her.
However, you still sit there, ready to go, but still without shoes. Mariella reappears in her dress and fully styled. "You look great, Mary." You complement her. She smiles and spins around.
"Here." She throws a pair of black lace-up military boots in your direction. You look at them, then at Mary, then back to the shoes.
"Don't look at me like that. At least try it. For meeee ?" Mary pleads with her hands clasped together and blinking her eyes. You sigh and put them on.
It looks great on you. Though you like these kind of shoes generally, you wouldn't have thought it would fit to the dress.
The both of you stand at the exit, checking everything.
"Food ?"
"Check."
"Music ?"
"Check."
"Damn good looking party outfits ?"
"Check." You say snorting.
"Ok. Then let's sneak in there."
Said, done. You enter through the back entrance. You bump into Marco and Finn. They are already dressed in their suits.
"You both look great." Finn says, bowing down a bit. You giggle, bow down and answer "You both also look very good."
Marco snorts and says "Everything is set. Piers is getting the captain here."
"Ok. Then everyone at your positions !" Mary orders aloud.
All people run to different places, bumping into each other, cursing.
Suddenly everything is silent.
Quiet voices, muffled by the wall are everything that is heard.
"What is it you want to show me ?" That was the Captain.
"You'll see." This voice belongs to Piers.
The door swings open and all the soldiers shout "SURPRISE!"
Chris freezes, before grinning back at Piers, who's magically wearing a suit now.
"How did you know ?" Chris asks overwhelmed.
"Because of me." Jill enters surprisingly, standing next to Piers. She is wearing a tight fitting, long, wine red dress.
"Jill..." Chris whispers under his breath. He goes near Jill and hugs her tightly.
All the soldiers make an 'aww' sound. Meanwhile, Piers already approached your group.
Mariella disappeared, just to be found on the pedestal. She takes a microphone and shouts "Now, let's get this party started !" All the soldiers throw their hands up in the air, cheering.
Many soldiers go straight to their dates, asking for the first dance. You just go to Mariella, who seems to be as alone as you are.
"Hey (y/n)." She says with a lopsidedly smile.
"Hey. Why are you so sad ?" You ask her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"You know...I just miss my husband sometimes. And sometimes is also today." Mary hangs her head low. You grin a bit.
"I think I know just what to do.." You say and turn her around on the pedestal.
She looks up again and almost faints. After a moment she exclaims "Giovanni !".
You can't even blink and she is in his arms.
"Mariella, amore mio." He chuckles into her hair.
"Oh Giovanni, I missed you so much. But how did you know, that -" "Questa bambina called me last night." He explains and winks at you. Mary turns around and almost crashes you in a bear hug.
"Thank you." She breathes. You hug her tight "No problem."
You let her go and Giovanni leads her down to dance with her.
You sigh and walk down to the bar. To your surprise, Marco is standing behind the bar.
"What now ? No date or something ?" you ask smirking.
"Nope. My girlfriend couldn't come, so I volunteered to give the bartender for tonight." Marco explains with light grin.
You hum understandingly.
Suddenly, the light gets darker and warmer. The music slows down.
You feel someone tap on your shoulder.
You turn around to come face-to-face with Piers. He bows slightly and extends a hand. With his perfect smile he asks "May I have this dance ?"
You smile and you put your hand hesitantly in his warmer one.
"Of course, but I can't dance." You say with a frown.
"Don't worry. I'll guide you." He says, his hand grabbing yours tenderly.
He leads you to the dance floor and places your hands on his shoulders. It is unnecessary to say, that you are blushing, of course without any control about it. After he puts his hands on your waist, your heartbeat increases rapidly.
"OK. Just follow my movement and let yourself guide." He says. You nod and look down at your feet. Then two finger put themselves under your chin, lifting your head up.
"Don't look down (y/n). Just trust me." The sniper smiles. He slowly starts to sway from side to side, and you follow him suit.
Then he does a step backwards. You follow him and put your hands absent-mindedly around his neck. You spin around each other after a while.
Suddenly, Piers leans down a bit, whispering in your ear "You look gorgeous, by the way." You breath out a laugh and leans up, whispering "Thank you." and you look to the side shyly.
Your feel him chuckle underneath your soft hands, that are still placed securely around his neck.
You only now notice it, but you decide to do nothing. Piers doesn't seem to mind it.
But then you notice a strand of his usually perfectly styled hair sticking out. You giggle, lean up and whisper "Lean down a bit, please."
Piers opens his mouth to say something, but closes it again. He does as requested and leans down slightly.
Your left hand travels from his neck, over the back of his head, to the strand on the side of Piers' head. You comb your hand through it tenderly, fixing the strand. After that you whisper "Finished." and pull back again.
Your faces are very close. You look from his hazel eyes to his pouty lips. Slowly you lean in. The song stops playing. Maybe it is just your imagination, but it seems like Piers also leans in. Then a voice interrupts you. Someone grabbed the microphone and wants to cheer up the atmosphere, destroying your in process.
You open your half closed eyes wildly and stumble away from Piers.
You feel so embarrassed.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know what I did. I-I-" you can't find words anymore, so you just turn around and walk out of the ball room quickly. You hear Piers calling your name, but you can't face him now. 'He must think I'm crazy. Just kissing him like that. Oh god...' Your completely confused brain spins in circles. And tomorrow you leave for the mission. 'Great. Just my luck.'

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