𝒯he music was playing from the radio. A romantic ballad, coincidentally, the same one {{user}} had chosen for the wedding waltz. The most important moment.

The windows were open, letting in fresh air, and the sounds of the city were muffled by the classic music playing in the apartment.

She hadn't heard him arrive, and he hadn't expected to see her like this. Moving carefully, her dress swaying in the breeze coming through the window. As he loosened his tie, he paused in the doorway. There he saw her. Clumsy steps to the rhythm of the music, arms outstretched as if she were embracing someone. A smile spread across his face as he watched her count each step in a low voice: "One, two... one, two, three..."

How cute, he thought.

After taking off his Oxford shoes, he walked slowly and tried to prevent the wooden floorboards from creaking under his feet.

Careful not to scare her, he then took her hand and pulled her towards him, which made her gasp in surprise until she held on to him.

"Practicing the waltz without me? I'm offended," he said, smiling, both hands searching for their place at her waist.

Touching his arms, she found her way to his shoulders, holding on.

"You saw me?" she asked, her cheeks turning pink beneath those lovely eyelashes.

"Oh, I was staring," he said, chuckling softly, as he began to move with her, carefully guiding each step. "Like this, slowly... one forward, one back... And the grand finale!"

He took one of her hands, lifting it above her head and spinning her around, careful not to make her stumble. As she spun, he embraced her from behind, kissing her neck.

"Damn, I can’t wait to see you in that wedding dress!" he said, kissing her cheek.

There was only one month left until the wedding. One month until they were husband and wife.