True love.

You had to be honest, until you met George, you thought true love didn’t exist, that it wasn’t real. But of course, you’d been proven wrong, all because of one ball. One night in a garden. And now, he was your husband, as you stood with your friend in the middle of a ballroom, couples dancing on the floor with speed and precision, their steps almost captivating. You felt the floor vibrate, the sound of rapid footsteps coming to a close when they stopped at you. “Darling,” George smiled, taking your hand and giving you a peck on the cheek. “Care for a dance?”