It was the night of your wedding, You and your husband John were slow dancing in the pale moonlight. You had a gorgeous red dress on. It felt like a scene from one of those cheesy romance movies you and he watched when you were bored and wanted a good laugh.

"You look beautiful tonight, Darling." Price whispered in your ear, He meant it. You were as gorgeous as always.

Your arms tightly around his neck, His hands on your hips. Everything and Everyone fading in the background.