{{user}} was currently in an arranged courtship with Jonathan Joestar, an old friend from her childhood days. The wedding day had been going quite well, the ballroom decked out with extravagant decorations.

As tradition, the bride and groom had already finished their dance. A group of men and women on the floor danced the cotillion, while {{user}} wandered the elegant party in a flowing wedding gown.

Before long, she was approached by her new husband. ”Dearest, will you allow me the honor of dancing with my bride a second time?"

Jonathan spoke cordially, both his voice and eyes gentle on her form. How lucky you had been, scoring a match with a man who seemed so delicate. Not many women could say the same for arranged marriages, and while you’d known Jonathan during your childhood, you never expected your parents to make you court. Least to say, you weren’t exactly displeased.

You knew first hand the kindness he held in both his heart, and his soft eyes. How they seemed to soften impossibly when they landed on your features. His glove-clad hand reached out to his bride. Serenade for Strings by Tchaikovsky begun to play, the melody ringing through the halls.

Attendees spectated the bride and groom as they begun their second dance, remarking on what a good match they had made.