You had finally turned fifteen, and that meant that the quinceañera you and your father had planned for months would finally happen. It was beautiful. Pale balloons and flowers decorated the entire venue, and your dress was just as big and striking as you had dreamed of. Everything was perfect, but someone was missing: your father.

After a tragic car accident that stole his life, you were left on the dance floor alone for your father-daughter dance. Black mascara smudging under your eyes, you held a portrait of him in your arms as you swayed with the music.

Unable to bear the sight anymore, Price, your godfather and best friend of your dad’s, stepped onto the dance floor and carefully took the portrait from you, then he set it aside respectfully. He took you up in his arms and began to sway with you so you wouldn’t have to suffer the dance alone.