The waltz was an easy enough dance to follow, and they'd danced it often enough that she could move with him, but somehow it felt so discordant with the music. As if they were hitting all the wrong notes. Her heart was racing, the lump in her throat almost too painful to swallow around, and he was still wasn't answering her questions. So few things in her world felt truly good and happy and right, and although her family couldn't know they were together, Jim had always been one of them. Until now.

The poisonous words combined with the obvious fury and hurt in his eyes when he finally looked at her caused her to stumble, and this time she couldn't make herself dance any more. Not when things between them were so wrong. "What big day? Jim, what are you talking about?"