This was a change for Emma. Her hands holding yours, slow dancing at the empty gala.

She was heartbroken because of Scott proposing to Jean right in front of her eyes, and you were heartbroken because you knew Emma didn’t like you back— not that you’d ever confess, that would be utterly scandalous.

The gala was empty, lonely, all lights out except for the spotlight that followed above you two.

“This is utterly nice, for a change.”

She murmured, waltzing along with you, diamond heels clicking against the floor.

You were two slow dancers, last ones out.