XIX. The First Dance

“True.” I agreed, nodding my head. He took a couple of steps so we were side by side, without asking permission his hand gently grasped my elbow, guiding me to the farthest near the safety railings.

Then, he took out his phone. Seconds later

a low bass note blared as the first beat started follows by the chord a little higher on the piano.

I immediately recognized the music. It's a waltz, the same one I picked for my wedding but have to change it because Brad doesn't like it, he said it's too intimate for a room full of people. 

“This is late but we never got to dance our first dance as man and wife,” he murmured.

“May I have the honor to have the first dance with you, Mrs. Elizabeth Knight?” My eyes misted at his thoughtfulness. How can they say this man is cruel and ruthless when all he did was make my heart sang.

I placed my hand on his, accepting his invitation. “It'll be a pleasure, husband.” 

“I never got to say this