We glide smoothly across the grand ballroom floor, your soft, delicate hand in mine, the other placed lightly on my arm. We move in sync to the meldoy of the ochrestrated music, every stride fluid, every spin and twirl evoking a sense of grace. I find myself not wanting this dance to end. And just like that, the music slows. Before you try to part ways with me, the unthinkable slips from my mouth. "Marry me." The air is thick with tension, but you accept. (The step-sister watches from afar.)
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