Dear Daphne,

I made a huge mistake last night. I got a phone call from Marjorie Nash, the woman who stood me up for our date at the Snow Ball. Given our brief history, I was astounded (and a bit appalled) that she even remembered me. But apparently she did, even more so than I imagined.

But no sooner had our awkward conversation started than she asked me on a date... to go dancing of all things.

I knew I should have turned her down. After all, it's not entirely clear whether or not her husband is still alive. But technically we wouldn't be cheating on our respective spouses; especially if he's dead and mine is... well I don't have one anymore but I try not to think about how lonely I am these days.

Well instead of politely saying no and staying in where I could wallow in my loneliness, I found myself saying yes to her offer.

I imagined her taking us to a local bar with a dance floor, but instead to my horror, she took us to the same establishment where the Snow Ball took place!

Imagine the nerve!

I should have been livid and demanded to go home but instead I feigned a headache and settled myself at one of the tables, watching the couples twirl around the dance floor. For some reason, Marjorie didn't even notice that I was alone, choosing instead to dance with men she found superior to me.

Why didn't I just leave, you're asking yourself right now? Because while sitting alone in that crowded ballroom, I had the most wonderful daydream; I dreamed that you were there, looking so stunning in that long red dress and more beautiful than seemed humanly possible. You were an absolute goddess and as we moved around the dance floor, dancing as though we'd been doing it for years, I fell even deeper in love with you.

My thoughts carried me back to that night at the Snow Ball, when I confessed my love for you, right there on the dance floor during a tango.

But sadly my words weren't taken sincerely. You complimented my acting skills and although I smiled at the praise, inside my heart was breaking even further.

For that night when you kissed me on the dance floor was truly the most glorious night in my life. I have imagined that kiss so many times, how soft your beautiful lips are and what it would be like to kiss you again... and again.
I wanted so much for that night at the Snow Ball to be the night that I finally told you that I was deeply in love with you, and eternally grateful for your accompanying me to such a high society ball; even if we did manage to fool Maris' friends.

Oh Daphne, I hope you're not crying reading these words, for I would never want to break your heart. I'd rather die than hurt you.

I'm only telling you these things so that you'll know that what I told you that night was true...

I do love you. And you truly are an angel and a goddess and I adore you more than you will ever know.

Well all of these memories have made me a bit depressed; especially since I know I'll never have the opportunity to spend a glorious evening with such a goddess ever again. Maris took care of that when she froze my finances. It's so hard to get used to spending wisely as they call it.

And as pretentious as it may sound, it makes me sadder than I ever thought possible. For even if I did have you, I wouldn't be able to give you all of the things you deserve.

However, I am more than willing to give you my heart, Daphne Moon; if you'll have it that is.

I want so badly to pick up the phone and call you and say these very words. But I fear that Donny may answer and my heart will be crushed even further.

I love you always,

Niles