She looked about at all the familiar faces of family, neighbors, friends, laborers, and servants, at all the extravagant banks of flowers and greenery that had come from the hothouses and the gardens, at the candles in the wall sconces and the chandelier overhead, and at the man who held her.
All was color and light.
Like her life.
He twirled her about a corner of the floor and continued to twirl her down the center of the room while colors and light swirled and hands clapped.
Katherine laughed.
So did he.
“I have just remembered,” he said, “I did put on two left feet.”