Theirs was a grand event and it was almost over. The air was so cold that ice had formed on the balcony, but they didn't care. The elements had to be braved so that when the wedding album would be later viewed it would appear that theirs was a balmy October night. They had smiled so frequently that the muscles along the back of their heads began to ache. It had been a long day and night. The groom wanted rest as he thought about the long flight and the night that was yet before them.
He whispered in her ear and they turned to go inside for warmth. He guided her back to the table for a sip of champagne when his bride squealed, "let dance." As she grabbed his hand and dragged him to the floor, friends and family everywhere moved out of their way.
She was on a mission. No one would stop her now. The DJ saw her direction, knew her motive and segued the music to a slow song, their song. This would be their last slow dance for the evening. She smiled that sweet white smile that he loved. He couldn't tell her no. They moved close together and their bodies found the rhythm of the music as they drifted slowly across the wooden floor. His hand held hers and he brought it softly to his lips. Cameras flashed but the bride and groom saw only the love in each others eyes. They were already on their way.