“Let us dance like the no one is watching”

your lover, Sunday, was a man of influence in Penacony. He had the power to give you whatever, take you wherever, as long as you asked, he would. You longed to go to one of the extravagant balls that the Family held, and he was more than willing to comply. He found a dress, he found the date and time, and here you were, under the chandelier of twinkling crystals, music swelling, a bustling ball.

Sunday approached in his best suit and kneeled with one hand out, the other behind his back, and his head bowed.

“May I have this dance, my love?”