“His 'silly' dance lessons?

I mocked them. Rolled eyes when he dragged me to class, tripping over my own feet. "Waste of time," I snapped.

Three months later: Wedding reception. Spotlights dim. He pulls me close, leads perfect slow dance—waltzing flawless under chandeliers. Guests gasp.

My heart stops."Told you," he whispers. Tears blur stars in his eyes. Proved me wrong—in the most romantic way.”