She walked arm-in-arm with Aiden, her parents and their dates following behind. But it wasn’t just Gwen’s parents. She recognized people. People from that first night in the ballroom. Aunts and uncles and friends from school. She even got a glimpse of Beatrice speaking with a group of people. And everyone again wore their nice clothes. They waded through a sea of suits, tuxedos, and fashionable dresses. They arrived at the ballroom and found it done up exactly the way it had been that night. All the tables with their white table clothes arranged in a rectangle around the dance floor. Even the same music was playing. “Is this...?” Aiden asked, thinking the same thing. “It is. Everything is the same. Everything,” Gwen said. She knew because that particular event was etched into her memory, as tangible and real to her as the heavy ring weighing down her left hand. As soon as Gwen and Aiden entered the room, everyone waiting on the other side began flooding in. “Hey!” Beatrice called out, “Are you guys getting engaged again or something?
