Upon reaching the house, the sound of a slow ballad played softly. The windows on each floor lit up with the sparks of radiant lights, which could be seen from some distance away. The laughter of people drifted out to us as we stepped forward into the house.
The staircase stood decorated with soft tissue paper to guide the way to the open room for the night's dance. My Charles stood at the top, greeting the late-arriving guests. I grasped Hera's hand as I was overcome with fear and felt weak, but as I looked up at the staircase, my eyes caught the vision of my love.
