The song choice from me to Jake plays across the floor, surrounding us as we sway. We’re still wrapped up in each other, our eyes focused intently. The swell of happiness between us is infectious, and I don’t think either of us has stopped smiling since his dance-floor proposal an hour ago. I truly know joy beyond all bounds. I wanted to reply to his song. After all, it was our tradition, and in a grand fashion to match his, the DJ was more than happy to oblige when the orchestra finally ...