Cavalcade

by luluvee

Love blooms under fireworks and twinkle lights, crystals strung on satin, and boughs of fragrant pine. Fluffy, Christmassy drabble fic. E/B AH

11. Chapter 11

11

I'm dancing.

I can't fucking believe it.

I'm actually dancing.

It's not stumbled and stunted and I'm not stepping on anyone's toes. The room whirls around me, fluid and graceful and I feel, for what has to be the first time in my life, really and truly beautiful.

I meet laughing emerald green eyes and I know just who to thank for this.