EUNOIA ━ diego hargreeves

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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
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WHEN THE elevator door slid open, Freya was met with a large room that held about a dozen too many chairs, and lights that shone on every wall and covered the ceiling. It surprised her how well Luther and Sloane had pulled this off—the hall almost looked like a real, normal, non apocalyptic wedding.

The group stepped out, and Klaus broke the silence first. "Not sure this place is gonna be big enough."

"This better be an open bar," Allison sighed.

Lila shot her a glance. "Hey, come on. It's for Luther. Let's perk up." Then, as if she truly caught sight of the venue for the first time, her mouth fell open in awe. "Wow."

Freya cocked her head to the side. "Do you have a fever? You're acting kind of... nice."

Lila shoved her off. "Shut up, wanker."

"Much better," Freya approved.

Commotion between Viktor and Allison started from behind them, but Luther was quick to shut it down. The remaining of them shared looks, just as the elevator dung, and Sloane stepped from it, glowing in her white dress.

Freya whistled. "Damn girl. I might have to steal you from Luther."

"Hey," Diego protested immediately. "No."

Ben groaned as Freya leaned forward to pat Diego's cheek reassuringly. "Let's get this over with before I die of cringe."

Lila watched him pass, then turned to Freya. "He's just a big ball of sunshine, isn't he?"

"He sort of reminds me of you."

Gagging, Lila marched after him, throwing her words over her shoulder. "Now that's just plain rude."

Klaus, funnily enough, officiated the wedding. Freya thought he was the least out of all of them who seemed priest-like, and he'd never really been quiet about his hatred for marriages while they were teenagers, but during his speech Freya realized that he'd been chosen correctly. Because Klaus had a way of making you laugh, even in the darkest of situations.

"Dearly beloved," was how he began. "We're gathered here today for a good time, not a long time, so let's have a good time, huh? 'Cause the sun can't shine every day. Can I get an amen?!"

Scattered cheers and whistles echoed around them, and Freya's clapping was drowned out by the others'. Once they all settled down, Klaus continued. "Luther, do you be taking this banging hottie to be your lady?"

"I do."

"Sloane, do you promise to love and cherish this big hairy bastard for the next 24 to 48 hours?"

"Give or take a day," Five chimed in from the audience.

Klaus shushed him, and Freya had to contain her laugh into Diego's shoulder. Sloane started to giggle. "I'm gonna try."

Dramatically fanning the tears from his eyes, Klaus apologized. Diego snickered quietly from beside her as Klaus waved them all off. "I'm sorry. I pronounce you married as shit! Viva la apocalypse!"

More cheering sounded as they kissed, and soon they were all gathered on the dance floor. Diego offered her a hand, and Freya took it, allowing him to lift her arm up until she spun.

"Woah, look at you," she mused, smirking as she wrapped her arms around Diego's neck. "You've improved since prom."

"Oh, you mean the prom we snuck into and then got chased out of with a shotgun over a decade ago? That prom?"