First Dance; Bride and Groom
Peter wouldn't have considered himself much of a dancer. He could move with the beats, and he could hold his own, but it wasn't anything he felt particularly thrilled about. But here, with Sarah, the dance was effortless. The music spoke for them, all they had to do was follow. Nothing was choreographed, but with the ease with which they flowed together, anyone who didn't know the pair well would have thought just that.
For Peter, there was no one else but Sarah. The rest of the world had faded to background. This was their day. They had made it. And he was going to savor every moment.