Sherry turned around to see Andrew standing gentlemanly in the light with a bouquet of roses in his hand, extending his hand toward her.

"Sherry, is there such a thing as the pleasure of having the first dance with you?"

At this moment, everyone and everything around you no longer matters.

Sherry can only see Andrew alone.

She gathered her courage and took a step forward.

He had, once again, become a haven for her.

The two held hands twirled, and danced, ...