There was nothing she could say as he turned and walked away. Her fingers rose to her lips feeling the heat fade as seconds tick by. She's stunned and she's left with the piece of glass and lone sprig of mistletoe resting in her palm. Her eyes don't leave the door where Sephiroth exited and she felt her heart skin in her chest.

She didn't know how long she stood there before turning and attempting to return to the party. Her smile wasn't nearly as bright as before but she tried.