Her feet didn't start moving at first, and her body didn't sway. Estella was stunned at the sound of the song, at the sight of the singer, and it all came rushing back to her as if it were yesterday. How had he found him, how did Caden even remember--It didn't take long for her to start to dance, and she was trying, trying so very hard to not begin to cry at how touching all of this was.
"Do you know--how many times I listened to this song afterward?" she said softly, leaning in close. They hadn't even prepared a dance, and she was a dance instructor, but Estella found that the slow swaying was much more appropriate than a waltz or anything she could have come up with. "The record's nearly worn out."
Her mind was flooding with details from the night, how nervous she had been before hand, he'd brought her a rose and--she danced with an old man who looked lonely, and then they kissed by the Leaky Cauldron.
"I was standing in a puddle for our first kiss," she mused, looking up with a grin, and conveniently ignoring the fact that they'd snogged like crazy people a week before their first date.
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