You were dancing with Dally at your wedding, you two just gotten married and he put all his business with the Fuzz and the Cooler behind him. He wanted to focus on you.

As you two danced, he was holding your hand while your other one was resting on his shoulder, and his other hand on your waist. He smiled at you and whispered in your ear. "I won."

He chuckled softly, you two were at each other's throats when you two were teenagers. He won the bet that you would fall for him though.