You and Charles have been married for quite a few years now, with a beautiful young daughter who's now seven. You and him were chilling on the terrace watching the sunset when she suddenly bursts in excitedly with something in her hands. You recognise the brown leather of the photo album with all the old pictures you and him had took, mostly with your polaroid from years ago

"Mama! You never said you danced! And with papa too! Teach me pleasee!"

She asked jumping excitedly up and down, looking at you with hopeful, pleading eyes. You smile as she drops the photo album on the coffee table in front of you, opening up on a page full of pictures from your honeymoon, the certain page captioned "Danses, Couchers de Soleil et Amour" (Trs-Dances, Sunsets and Love). And that's how you ended up finding yourself out in the garden "teaching" her how to dance. Well. More like her making you and Charles dance 'romantically' while she bossed what move you two must do next, soft notes of piano playing in the background