And they spun. The layers of her skirt lifted and spread like a blossoming flower, shimmering in the moonlight.

The silver and gold metallic decor of the room only added to the blissful atmosphere. His hand dipped and caught at her lower back as she defended further into the dance. Her mind shut off as her feet continued to carry her weight. Her loose bell sleeves circled them like waves, or even ribbons. The music swelled at too did the climax of heat and passion for the dance.

In one motion, she was spinning through the air, supported by his strong hands. Her breath was swept away as her feet hit the ground once more. Time seemed eternal and fleeting all at once, the sweet sound of cellos fading into the background.

He took her hand, bowing before her and allowing her to catch her breath.

"Mi Cariño", he cooed into her ear as they left the crystal dance floor.

A smooth blushed grazed her freckled cheeks, easily mistaken for exhaustion as the dance they performed was quite taxing. She finally took a seat to compose herself as the man drifted away to mingle. Before long, another man had approached her. He had seen the grace and beauty which lingered in her every step, and longed to dance with her.

"Lo siento, estoy con otro," she smiled, unapologetically. Not to the man in front of her, but instead at the man across the room who had given her, at least for a moment, the glorious gift of flight.