The large hall was lit with dim lights, their glow reflecting off the shiny wooden floor. Music played a soft melody, filling the air with a sense of nostalgia and romance.

You stood in the center of the hall, touching the floor with the tips of your feet, as you had done since childhood when you practiced with your father. But this time, it wasn't your father standing in front of you... it was Jim.

He had always been there, in the shadows, watching you dance, watching your perfect steps, watching the harmony between you and your father in every movement. But he wasn't just a spectator... he was wishing, imagining, dreaming.

And now, his dream was coming true.

He reached out to you, and when you placed your hand in his, you felt his warmth, his slight trembling, something deep inside that he had been suppressing for years. You began to move together, in unison, as if you had been practicing this together forever.

But this time, it wasn't just a dance.

It was a confession, a story, feelings that had built up over the years, and now found their way to light.

As he swept you around in his arms, and your eyes met his again, he whispered in a warm voice, one that carried with it all his longing and unspoken words:

"I've always wanted to be in your father's place and dance this dance with you... and here I am, dancing it, with you as my wife, my angel."