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🎀🏩𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍🏩🎀 This is in a different universe. Diana has an inherited heart disease that she got from her mother. (Bernadette died from this disease) Diana goes to a private academy with Hannah and Barbara; across town, there is a public school where Akko and the rest of the gang attend. Diana is the sole inheritor of her mother and father's fortune. She was isolated as a child and spent most of her time reading, so she is just like canon Diana except quieter.
Diana glanced up from her book. A middle-aged maid with tousled brown hair stood in her door frame, lightly grasping onto the handle.
"Miss Daryl has requested you join them tonight in to discuss tomorrow's ball."
Diana looked back down to her book.
"Thank you, Anna, you are excused."
"Of course, Miss."
Anna slightly bowed and exited the room, leaving the young girl alone once more. Diana sighed. She tiredly shifted her body got up from her bed. The cold hardwood floors stung the soles of her feet.
It was Christmas eve, and the halls were dreadfully quiet. Diana glided over to her wardrobe and gently opened the doors. Her thin pale hands glossed over a couple of shirts before landing on a sheer white blouse. The fabric was soft and made her skin glow like the evening's sun. Diana grasped the blouse and laid it down on the bed, humming as she returned to the dresser.
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed, the little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head.
Away in a Manger was an old Christmas song she had once heard while going about. Diana wasn't strictly religious; however, she did enjoy the holiday season.
The stars in the heavens looked down where he lay, The little Lord Jesus a sleep on the hay.
The blonde looked out her window. Snowflakes danced outside, swaying with the cold English wind. Adjusting her blouse Diana prepared herself for the onslaught of verbal abuse. She had to look perfect, not a hair out of place. Patting down her loose light caramel skirt Diana examined herself in the mirror.
The cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes.
She was turning from side to side, looking at her body up and down. Diana narrowed her eyes at her waist. Glossing her hands over her sides, moving them down her torso. Diana closed her eyes, letting a deep breath escape.
But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.
Diana tied up her hair and adjusted her pearl earrings. She swallowed hard, trying to bite down on the dread that crept up her throat. (For my visual people, I'll put a picture, so you get a better understanding of what she is wearing)
