Here you are, under the spotlight on stage, the music blazing through the hall. You move with your group, light on your feet, every step bursting with energy, your laughter spilling between the moves, your eyes sparkling with excitement. Every step, every jump, every spin… it’s as if you were born to be here.

Among the crowd, your gaze catches his—your husband—standing among the spectators, watching you in astonishment. His eyes widen slightly, and then a crooked smile curves his lips as if he’s thinking out loud:

"Is she really the same crazy woman who wanted to smash my head just because I tried to kiss her?"

You give a faint smile as you keep dancing, as if answering him from afar