“Come dance with me.” She spoke through berry red lips, pulling his hand away from the conversation. The guests smiled a knowing smile, closing ranks about the gap as the man slipped away.

“Come dance.” She giggled, dodging family and friends as she lead the way to the doors. The dance floor was the other way, yet she pushed out to the porch, looking over the sea.

“Come dance with me,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms about him, beneath the stardust filled sky. The people made way for her lavious, white gown, hushed whispers behind their hands.

“Dance with me.” She said to her groom as the crowd faded away, leaving nothing but the music trickling out into the night.