gown made me feel close to him, but seeing those couples together almost sent me back to my cabin.
“Ma’am?”
Thomas stood nearby in his dress uniform. His eyes settled on the gown, and his expression softened.
“That’s a beautiful dress.”
“Martin picked it.” My voice broke. “I thought I could handle tonight. I really did. But watching everyone…”
“You don’t have to stay.” He didn’t push. “I just want you to know he talked about this evening constantly. He was so excited to dance with you.”
“Would you do me the honor?”
Thomas extended his hand.
I thought of our wedding photograph and how Martin had held me during our first dance.
Then I placed my hand in Thomas’s.
He gently guided me onto the dance floor.
At first, I remained tense, remembering Martin’s familiar embrace and the steps we’d shared throughout almost fifty years.
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