The story of how your parents met, transposed to the Victorian era.
It was the 29th day of the month of February and for some reason my friends had persuaded me to join them for the Dance at the Knight’s Hospitaller. So here I was at the ball - brightly lit and full of dancing couples. I do love a good dance, but so many of these young gentlemen do not know how to step lightly. So many bruised toes suffered so that I do not spend a night wilting against the wall. When he walked in, tall, with a mop of dark hair, I was relieved. My new partner had arrived.
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