It was the first contact they'd had in five years. His hand felt warm - familiar, and Diana did her best to prevent herself from grasping his hand and holding it close. Of course, this dance was not to be a fast one. Had Diana been positive no one knew anything about their previous relationship she would have thought someone was playing a trick on them.

His compliment hit her like a wall.

She was squeezing his hand before she realized it, praying she didn't trip on her dress. It took all of her training to keep the gentle, polite smile on her face as she regained her composure. Back was the gentle grip. "Thank you," she replied, her lips barely moving as they parted to move in opposite circles. As she moved away, she pursed her lips, realizing the absence of his touch also had an effect on her. Merlin, help her.

This was her fault. While she might harbor resentment towards him, in the end, she knew she was the one to break their contact. Perhaps this was proper compensation for her actions.

Now it was her turn to say something, of course. To comment on the weather or perhaps the state of the party. The bride's dress, or perhaps the way the groom looked at his future bride walking down the aisle.

"I trust your family is in good health?"

Would that a hole opened in the floor to swallow her entire person.