You let out a sigh as you rested your head against his chest as one of his hands held your hip, the other on the curve of you back, while yours lay on his shoulder, with one cradling the back of his head.

Slow music played throughout the hall, as you slowed danced amongst many. Timothée (your soon to be husband in 2 weeks) and you had been invited to one of the fanciest, elite, dances of the century hosted in Spain.

Timothée looked down at you with a soft loving gaze as you two slowly danced. “You look lavishing tonight my dear.” He said softly to you as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.