gown in my favorite shade of deep blue.
The attached card read:
I promised you a dance, mermaid. I hope you’ll wear this when we finally have it.
I held the gown against myself and stared into the mirror.
Then I broke down.
I’d boarded the ship, explored unfamiliar streets, eaten the stew, and met Elena.
I’d followed every clue Martin had left behind.
But the final part of his promise was impossible.
I couldn’t dance with him.
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For a moment, I considered putting the gown away.
Then I remembered my promise to celebrate our fifty years for both of us.
I wiped away my tears.
And I put on the dress.
The lounge glowed with amber lighting when I arrived. A pianist and small band were playing a slow melody.
Couples moved gracefully around the dance floor.
I stopped at the entrance, gripping the doorframe.