"Since you're leaving tomorrow, I want you to take these to Sully's little girl," Elizabeth said as she walked into Michaela's bedroom. She handed her a sealed, padded, manila envelope, "I meant to send them to you when I returned to Boston after Thanksgiving, but I didn't."

"What is it?" Michaela asked, accepting the envelope from her mother.

"It's those simple children's sewing patterns and lacing boards that I promised," Elizabeth informed her daughter, "and a small pink embroidery hoop. I didn't send anything to his son, but you can give this to Hanna on her birthday if you'd like or pick up something for the boy at the airport tomorrow, so he doesn't feel left out."

"Thank you, Mother, and that won't be necessary," Michaela replied, as she placed the envelope near her suitcase. Actually, she'd already bought a few trinkets for the children, so she wasn't worried about them not receiving a gift. Even if she hadn't, she doubted very much that Zachary would care about sewing patterns and embroidery hoops. If Mia cared, she could always get her something similar in Colorado Springs.

"You look very nice by the way," Elizabeth complimented. Michaela chose a lovely lavender dress to wear at the wedding, "William would certainly be pleased if you were wearing that dress for him."

"I'm not wearing this for William, Mother," Michaela scowled, knowing what her mother was about to say before the older woman said it.

"Don't get vexed with me," her mother warned, "I didn't tell you to bring William as your date today, that was a bad decision that you made all by yourself. Likewise, I didn't come up with this cockamamy scheme of yours either, again you did that all by yourself as well."

"There is no scheme!" she insisted, "He's a friend! He was led astray by Maureen, remember? Though I wasn't the one who caused this, I feel somewhat responsible, so I want to make it better. I want to help him move on."

"I don't understand how your plan is going to make it all better," Elizabeth argued, "If you ask me, it's just going to make it worse."

"It won't!" Michaela stood firm, "I explained my feelings to William, and he understood… Stop laughing at me!"

"I'm not laughing at you, Michaela," Elizabeth clarified, "I find this humorous because my daughter, a woman of thirty-five, a woman who has been in three serious relationships, who has been married and divorced, still doesn't understand men. If you want him to move on, you need to stay away from him, not go on a date with him."

"I told him my feelings–" Michaela tried to explain again.

"I know what you told him," Elizabeth interrupted, "But your actions are telling him the exact opposite of what you said. The unavoidable truth is, William does not want you as just a friend, my dear."

Michaela didn't answer her mother. She instead stood quietly and wondered if Elizabeth was right. She certainly didn't mean to give William mixed messages, if that was in fact what she was doing.

"You're just like your father," Elizabeth chuckled, "You get into your doctor mode, and you think you can solve the world's problems. You think you can heal what's ailing everyone. I'm sorry, Sweetheart, but that's not always the case."

"I have to try," Michaela answered, "I'm very fond of William. I don't want to lose him as a friend. If I can help him move past this idea of romance with me, then I will consider it to be a job well done."

"And if you can't?" Elizabeth questioned.

"I will," Michaela insisted, refusing to accept any thought of failure.

Sully was sitting in his office smiling down at his sketch pad as he scribbled on the large white page in front of him. He found that he was in a fantastic mood that day, and that was despite the fact that his team lost their little league game that morning and Zachary was still pouting. Other than that, he still had plenty of reasons to be happy. The great weight that he had pressing on him due to the sale of his cattle was lifted, he and his brother had made up, and Sully was really liking the effect that Nora was having on Daniel as well.

Nora attended the game with them that morning, and to Sully, she made it clear what she wanted. She wanted to be part of the family. For the most part, Sully had his eyes on the game, but when he looked out towards the bleachers, he saw that Nora was holding Hanna in her lap. He found out later that Nora had held Hanna for the entire game; moreover, she insisted that Mia sat next to her while they watched. This woman was trying hard to fit in and become Aunt Nora, rather than just Nora, and Daniel seemed to be loving every minute of it. Considering what Daniel had confessed to him earlier in the week about wanting a family with Nora, Sully found himself hoping that it all worked out for them.

Although everything around him seemed well, Sully believed the most important reason for his good mood that day was that it was Saturday, and Michaela's nephew was finally getting married. Weddings were a lovely tradition in his mind. However, the thing about this particular wedding that he found was most pleasing to him was it served as a placeholder of sorts. The wedding was to take place at 3:00 pm, eastern standard time. Then, in twenty-four hours from that exact time, Michaela would be home and in his arms.

Sully was genuinely smiling blissfully, just thinking about it. During this past week, he felt like half his heart was missing, along with half his family. Thankfully, it would all be over soon, and he and Michaela could move forward with their lives and their future.

Sully looked out of his opened office window and watched his children as they hung out with Daniel and Nora on the ranch baseball field that he used for practice and conditioning. Daniel was trying to cheer Zachary up. It had been the first time in a long time that their team had lost a game, which naturally upset his son, but that wasn't all. Zachary had been struck out twice during the game too. To add insult to injury, the second time he was struck out was right before what could have been a grand slam and the boy felt like he'd let his team down.

Sully tried to talk to him about it as they drove home from the game. He tried to remind his son that losing is part of the game just as much as winning is, but the stubborn young man didn't want to hear it from Dad, so Uncle Daniel was giving it a try.

"Zac," Sully whispered to himself when he saw from afar that his son was still pouting. Zachary's behavior was now becoming exasperating, "You better quit it soon," He continued to whisper to himself, "If you're still actin' like a big baby by the time I meet y'all outside, I'm gonna make ya run laps 'til ya get over it."

Sully's eyes scanned for the girls next, and he found that they were practicing cheers with Nora, making him groan and shake his head. He thought that Nora could be another positive female influence in his girls' lives, but she was another one that was pushing dancing, in this case cheerleading, instead of softball like he wanted. That worried him because he really wanted to coach Hanna. His baby girl used to love to play ball, but he felt that she was going to choose to dance because that's what all of the females in her life enjoyed. There was nothing wrong with dancing, but he couldn't help but want her to play ball with him.

"Come on, Zac," Sully heard Daniel say, "Let's practice." Then Sully watched as Zachary refused and continued to sulk.

"That looks like four laps to me," Sully said aloud, as he watched his son frown a little more.

Ignoring it for the moment, Sully looked down at his sketch. He'd finally finished the basic layout of what he'd wanted for the house. What he really needed to do next, was get Michaela to approve it. Once she gave her input, he could finish the sketches completely and then turn them into blueprints. He had computer software that would help him do that.

Instead of focusing on the house, Sully was actually busy sketching out something else entirely, Michaela's engagement ring. He'd been searching for weeks, and he still couldn't find what he was looking for. He decided he should sketch out the ring that had invaded his dreams on many a night, so he knew what to look for. Perhaps the ring wasn't something that could be found in a regular jewelry store. It was possible that he would need to have it made.

"Looks good," Sully said to himself as he finished up his sketch, "Definitely the ring that I keep seein'."

Sully looked out the window again and watched as Mia skipped over to Daniel.

"I wanna try," he heard the little girl say.

"Okay," Daniel said with a nod, "Go to where your brother is, and I'll throw ya a pitch. Help her out, Zac."

Mia skipped over to Zachary, and the boy handed over the bat that he'd been holding, and then told her where to stand.

"You stand…" Zachary was going to explain the correct position and posture that Mia should have when she was batting, but found that he didn't have to, "...just like that." After seeing that she had the basic posture right, he stepped out of the way, but wondered to himself if she'd played tee-ball or something similar before. It was quite unusual for a six-year-old to know how to stand in the correct way, if she'd never been shown.

"Please don't hit her with the ball, Brother," Sully said from inside his office. Then Sully watched as Daniel pitched the ball to Mia and she swung, made contact, and the ball flew a good sixty feet.

"Wow!" Daniel cheered.

Little Mia's face lit up. She didn't know what she had just done exactly, but believed it was good.

Sully's eyes widened. He was up and out of his office in an instant. He ran outside to join the others on the field immediately.

"Mia," an astonished Zachary said. Her hit certainly made him snap out of the little funk he'd been in, "That was great!"

Sully sprinted to the middle of the field, "Zachary, get me another ball, Son," he commanded as soon as he got there.

"Did you see that, Sully?" Daniel asked.

"Yes, I did," Sully confirmed. Then he looked at Mia, "Go back to the plate, Honey! I'm gonna throw you a pitch this time."

Sully got on the pitcher's mound and Zachary tossed him another ball. Sully caught it and then nodded at Mia. The little girl held the bat, just as she'd done before. Sully pitched to her, and Mia made contact again! Daniel, Zachary, and Sully all cheered as the second ball flew a good sixty feet, just like the other one had.

"Homerun!" Daniel shouted.

"Have you ever played tee-ball, softball, baseball, stickball, any kinda ball before?" Sully questioned. Mia showed some talent, yet he wondered if she had any kind of training in the past.

"That was fantastic, Mia!" Nora praised as she ran out onto the field with Hanna on her hip.

"No," the little girl answered honestly, "I just watched the boys."

"I think she's a natural, Dad!" Zachary commented, remembering that his younger sister did watch them quite a bit.

"I think we have a softball player here, folks!" Sully announced, smiling at his little girl. He ran toward her, then he picked her up and threw her on his shoulders.

Mia smiled and laughed, and started to let her guard down while she was on Sully's shoulders.

"Dad, I think you will get to coach softball sooner than you thought!" Zachary yelled very excitedly, "When Matthew gets back, we can teach her the game! She can watch us and practice with us too!"

"How about it, Kid?" Sully asked, as he reached a hand up to tickle the child on his shoulders. When she started to giggle, he then asked, "You wanna play softball next season?"

"Yeah!" Mia agreed, bubbling over with pride and happiness. She couldn't believe it. Hitting that ball just opened her whole world. Not only had she just stumbled upon something she was good at, but she also found that she finally felt like she was part of a family that had her back. Not only that, but she also loved every minute that she was sitting on Sully's shoulders. He suddenly went from that man that she lives with to her daddy in a matter of seconds. She knew that Zachary was her brother by blood, but now she felt like it was real.

Daniel reached for Hanna, and when Nora gave her up, he threw her on his shoulders, "Give this new softball player a high five, Hanna!" Daniel said as he moved closer to Sully so Hanna and Mia could high five each other with both hands.

"I think I have to teach you some softball cheers, Hanna!" Nora said, adding to the excitement.

"Do we need an official cheer?" Daniel asked his girlfriend.

"How about, just Mi-a," Zachary suggested before Nora could answer.

"That sounds good to me," Nora replied and started to chant, "Mi-a! Mi-a! Mi-a!"

Mia smiled brightly and had tears in her eyes as all of the members of her new family started chanting her name. The only thing that would have made her moment better would have been having everyone that she now cared about being there. Snowbird, Dr. Mike, Colleen, Brian, Matthew, and maybe even that grumpy old Loren, would have all made this moment perfect for her.

It would be okay, the little girl thought. She would see Snowbird and probably Grumpy Loren on Monday. Furthermore, Zachary had already assured her that Dr. Mike and the other three kids were returning soon. She knew that she had upset Dr. Mike with her pictures, but she was now certain that she could make it better. Mia was sure she could convince Sully to talk to Dr. Mike on her behalf and explain that she didn't mean to hurt her feelings with the pictures. It was all an accident.

Several hours had passed and Michaela was now dancing in one of the ballrooms of the Liberty Hotel. Gardner and Cornelia were officially married, and it felt like everyone in her family was able to lighten up and have a good time, especially now that they were all at the reception. The vows were said, the cake was cut, and now all that was left for everyone to do was dance.

Michaela took a turn with each of her children and wished she could spend some time on the dance floor with Sully, but as he wasn't there, she couldn't do that. As promised, Michaela was currently dancing with William Burke.

He was a good dancer, she thought as they swayed together. She'd watched him as he'd taken a turn with some of the single wedding guests that afternoon. One of the women had even asked for the next dance with him, which he agreed to after he'd danced once with Michaela. That was definitely positive.

As the pair waltzed around the room to "You Make Me Feel So Young" by Frank Sinatra, William inquired, "Is your nephew a Sinatra fan?"

"If he is, he's never mentioned it to me," she replied. She honestly didn't know, but supposed it was possible.

"I asked because this is the fourth Sinatra song that I've heard," he said, "Though he was the artist of choice for the weddings of my grandparents' generation, I think he's a rather unusual choice for a young couple like your nephew and his bride."

Michaela agreed. Now that William brought the musical selections of the event to her attention, she realized that all of the music did seem geared for the older generation. She heard quite a bit of Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennett, Etta James and a mix of pop songs and ballads from the 1950s and '60s. In fact, she believed the most contemporary music she'd heard all afternoon was Stevie Wonder's, "Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm yours)". That song was from the '70s. Just thinking about it left Michaela questioning if the music selections were the couple's choices or Mrs. Vandergeld's choices.

As Michaela danced with William, Marjorie was dancing with another wedding guest, who was quite frankly as dull as powder in her mind. Fighting the urge to let out a bored sigh, she looked past her dance partner, and saw Michaela and Dr. Burke dancing. She didn't think much of it until she eventually looked past Michaela and noticed that her two sisters, Claudette and Maureen, were staring wide-eyed at their youngest sister with euphoric grins plastered on their faces as she danced with William. The two of them looked pretty pleased with themselves, practically drooling, and Marjorie knew exactly what they had in mind.

They thought that Michaela dancing with an old friend who at one time had the hots for her, was going to be enough to make her move home. Did they not notice all of the different women that the man had danced with already? He came as Michaela's plus one, but this was the first time they'd danced together since the reception started. Even the way they danced didn't seem all hot and heavy to Marjorie either. There were at least six inches separating them. One could assume they'd be dancing closer and more sensually if a romance was brewing.

"So, Michaela," William began, preparing to make his move, "How about after this dance, we get some air outside? It's getting a little warm in here."

Before Michaela could respond and remind him that he had already promised the next dance to another woman, Colleen interrupted. The small child ran, terrified, to her in the middle of the dance floor.

"Mommy!" The panicked little girl cried, "Brian's choking!"

"What?" Michaela responded; her whole world turned fuzzy for a moment. She let go of William, as her eyes scanned the room for Brian.

"Where is he?" William asked the little girl, his romance mode immediately switching to doctor mode.

Colleen pointed and Michaela's and William's eyes followed the direction of her outstretched arm to Matthew, who had his younger brother in his arms and was patting the toddler's back.

"What's going on?" Maureen asked Claudette as they watched the scene unfold from afar. The two sisters watched as Michaela took hold of Colleen's hand and briskly walked through a maze of dancing couples to get to her two sons.

Claudette didn't respond. Any worries that she could have had were immediately washed away when she saw William following right behind Michaela and Colleen. When Michaela reached her boys, she took Brian into her arms. As a group of five, two adults and three children, they left the wedding reception together, traveling through a set of double doors. The double doors led to a hallway of elevators, hotel rooms, and a second ballroom that currently wasn't in use.

"Should we go check on them?" Maureen asked, "I think something's wrong with Brian."

"He's fine. He has two doctors with him, and one is his mother," Claudette replied, "and with any luck, the other doctor will be his father in a few months."

Maureen smiled, "They do make quite a lovely family, if I do say so myself. That is only if William makes a move."

"Why wouldn't he?" Claudette asked, getting a little worried.

"Because Michaela told him that he's just a friend," Maureen answered.

"Oh, well, I took care of that already," Claudette explained, "When Michaela was dancing with Matthew earlier, I made sure to mention to William that her actions always speak louder than her words."

Maureen smiled wide, "I'm ashamed I didn't think of that myself."

"What happened?" Michaela questioned her two older children when they were alone in the hallway. She held her coughing young son in her arms.

"I think he ate his piece of cake too fast," Matthew replied.

"I don't think he's choking, Michaela," William commented as he observed Brian, "He's breathing, I think a large, not fully chewed, piece of cake is stuck in an uncomfortable spot."

"I agree," Michaela said. Standing Brian on a hallway bench, Michaela proceeded to stick her finger in her son's mouth, hoping that she could reach far enough down his throat to fish out what was stuck inside. She didn't have to reach too far. Her finger activated Brian's gag reflex, which helped the little boy get rid of his problem. He threw-up all of the cake that he'd eaten, and it landed all over himself and his mother in the process.

Colleen's eyes widened in shock, and she covered her mouth with both of her hands.

"I think he blew up!" Matthew joked. Despite how scared he'd been just a few moments ago, the scene in front of him was still pretty funny.

Michaela suppressed the immediate desire to scream at the moment. She was mortified that both she and her son were now covered in puke, but it was more important to her that Brian had stopped coughing and was now breathing normally.

"I think you've solved the problem, Dr. Quinn," William remarked and started to laugh, "As my mother used to say, a mother's job is not always pretty, but it's worth it." Taking off his suit jacket, William handed it to Michaela and then he pointed down the hall, "I believe there's a bathroom down there. Take my coat."

"Thank you," Michaela answered, taking his coat in her left hand, the only part of her upper body, besides her face that was free of vomit. She lifted Brian, using her right arm, and walked to the bathroom to get them both cleaned up.

"Is Brian okay now?" Colleen asked, her voice sounding small. She was too frightened to see the amusement in the situation like her older brother and Dr. Burke had.

"He's okay, Colleen," Matthew promised, holding his arms open for his little sister. Honestly, it was scary for both of them when they thought their baby brother was choking, "Mommy fixed everything."

Colleen nodded her head as she held on to her brother.

William smiled warmly at Matthew and Colleen. They were so sweet with one another, and they cared so much about their little brother. It was just wonderful to see, and he began to fantasize. He could see it now, he and Michaela holding hands as they walked along the banks of the river Charles. The children walking ahead of them, as the family of five watched the sunset after a quiet dinner. Perhaps they'd get a family dog to walk. It was a lovely little fantasy until…

"I wish Daddy was here," Colleen whimpered, "and Mia, and Hanna, and Zac."

"I know," Matthew sighed, "but we're going home tomorrow," he added, with the hope of comforting his little sister who was still very upset and clearly more bothered by what had just happened with Brian than he was. He had been scared when he thought his little brother was choking, but now that Brian was fine, so was he. Colleen needed more comfort than that. However, he missed Sully and his three kids as much as his little sister did, "They'll all be at home waiting for us. Okay?"

"Okay," Colleen answered. She gave her big brother one last squeeze and was then ready to let go of him.

"Forgive me, young man," William said politely to Matthew, "I'm at a loss by the exchange that you and your sister just had. Aren't you living in Colorado?"

"Yes, Sir," Matthew responded and then waited for William to ask more questions. He could tell the doctor was confused by the look on his face.

"I don't mean to pry, but how long has your father lived there?" he inquired. He hadn't heard anything about Michaela's ex-husband moving out of Boston. He was also under the impression that the children were not in contact with their father, "and how long has he been back in your life?"

Matthew was somewhat bewildered, but quickly understood the misunderstanding, "When Colleen said that she wished Daddy was here, she didn't mean Ethan. She was talking about Sully, our mom's boyfriend."

"You address your mother's boyfriend as Father? Or Daddy?" he questioned, anxiety starting to rise in him.

Matthew let out a nervous laugh, "Not exactly… I mean, sort of. It started because Sully's daughter, Hanna, she is the same age as Brian, started calling our mom, Mommy. Then Colleen started calling Sully, Daddy. I think Brian still says Sully though."

"He does," Colleen added, "But when we get back, I'm going to start teaching him to say, Daddy. Mommy and Daddy don't know that yet. I'm hoping that I can have Brian trained by Fathers' Day."

"So, I take it that you both like your mother's boyfriend very much," William said, stating the obvious.

"Oh yeah," Matthew explained, "We love Sully."

William didn't ask any more questions. He was completely defeated. There was no place for him in this family and he knew it. Not only had her children just very innocently confirmed it, but Michaela had made her feelings known as well. The only reason why he'd believed that he still had a chance was because her sisters said he did. Why had her sisters done this? Was it a joke? Were they bored and needed something for amusement?

"Please excuse me," he said to Matthew and Colleen, and he made his way back to the ballroom.

After sharing another dance with the fourth dull, pompous, jerk of the day, Marjorie decided she needed a break and went back to her table. From there, she scanned the room and found the table where Michaela, William, and the children had been sitting. It was vacant, but Michaela's purse was still there, as were Matthew's and Brian's suit jackets, so Marjorie concluded that they were all still at the reception… somewhere.

Her eyes traveled back to the dance floor, she saw her nieces and nephews dancing, three of her sisters were dancing with their husbands, and her mother had found her way onto the dance floor as well. She felt it was weird watching her mother dance with someone who wasn't her father, but she was happy to see Elizabeth enjoying herself.

Marjorie decided that she was tired of dancing right then, and rather than finding another boring wedding guest to talk to, she wanted to sit at the bar for a while.

"I found Dr. Burke," Marjorie said to herself as she approached the bar. The man was sitting alone, nursing a small glass of brandy. She sat down next to him and asked, "Where's my sister?"

"Huh?" William responded, Marjorie had interrupted his train of thought, "I apologize. She's in the bathroom, taking care of her son…um…and herself. The boy vomited and it turned into a huge mess."

"Oh," Marjorie said, starting to giggle, "I'm told that I'm missing quite a bit because I don't have kids. It sounds like I'm escaping a few things too," Noticing that William didn't seem in the mood for humor and actually looked a little depressed, she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Fine," he answered succinctly.

Snapping her fingers twice to get the bartender's attention, Marjorie requested, "I want a scotch on the rocks, and refresh whatever he's having."

"Yes, Ma'am," answered the bartender.

"Thank you," William grumbled.

"No problem," Marjorie replied, "That's the best thing about an open bar. The drinks are free and nobody's keeping count!"

William didn't say anything in response, but he laughed stiffly.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" she began to counsel him.

"I don't think it's a wise decision on my part to insult your sisters to your face," he answered, finishing off his brandy and waiting for the bartender to deliver another.

"Which sisters?" Marjorie questioned, though she already knew the answer.

"Maureen and Claudette," William disclosed, "I had half a mind to tell them how I felt a few minutes ago, but they're otherwise engaged with their husbands, and I didn't want to cause a scene."

"You can insult them. I don't mind a bit!" Marjorie joked. She knew how her sisters were and they'd clearly hurt William. She was sure they were both sticking their noses in where they didn't belong, "What did they do?"

"I guess I can't blame them," the doctor digressed, "Michaela was very clear that she only has feelings of friendship for me–"

"They fed you a heap of crap, didn't they?" Marjorie asked, getting straight to the point.

"Yes," he replied, "but, as I said, I suppose it's unfair to blame them. Michaela told me–"

"It's completely fair to blame them," Marjorie argued, "I know how they are, they're my sisters after all. I used to be just like them, until life happened to me. They manipulated this situation, believe me. Now, I want you to tell me exactly what happened."

The bartender placed the drinks in front of them. William took a big swig as soon as the bartender let go of the glass. Marjorie took a small sip and then waited for William to explain.

"Several things happened," William replied, "I suppose the worst things can be boiled down to two. Before I was reunited with Michaela, Maureen said that she didn't believe that your youngest sister's relationship with her boyfriend was that serious. And Claudette told me at the beginning of the reception this afternoon that Michaela's actions are always louder than her words."

"Oh! I have heard enough!" Marjorie hissed and stood up, "They're on the dance floor. Let's go dump our drinks on them!"

"We can't do that," William laughed, and took her hand to stop her. Once she sat back down, he let go.

"They know Michaela," Marjorie explained, "They knew full well that she would feel sorry for you and invite you to attend this wedding with her."

"Oh! Well now, that makes me feel much better," William commented and took another sip, "Before I thought I was just her friend, but you've unearthed that I am also her charity case. Thank you."

"I didn't mean it like that," Marjorie softened, "I just mean that she gets into her doctor mode. She's just like my father. She thinks she can heal all wounds and fix all problems even if they aren't hers to fix. And she does not see you as her charity case, she sees you as a good friend. She and I didn't discuss this fully, but knowing my sister, she was trying to help you."

"I guess I do value that," he admitted, "Her passion and willingness to help others in need were always the qualities I found most attractive about her."

"I think those are great qualities to admire in her, but I also think that you should value your friendship with Michaela and stop trying to make something else happen. It's not going to," Marjorie advised, "Don't let my other two sisters off the hook for this either. They were being intrusive and manipulative. Neither one of them are innocent in this, believe me."

William let out a sigh, "Perhaps I should ask you this, then. Where does this leave my heart, Marjorie?"

"Oh, William," Marjorie pouted and stuck out her bottom lip, earning a smile from William, "I think you should leave your heart open. That was what Michaela was trying to get you to do in the first place, I know it."

"I suppose you're right," he admitted.

"Look, this party is so boring!" Marjorie announced, not caring who heard, "I can't believe this is my twenty-year-old nephew's wedding at The Liberty. I feel like I'm celebrating a ninety-year-old couple's anniversary at a retirement community center. You want to get out of here for a little bit? I think we should take our drinks and go hang out next door in the empty ballroom for a while."

"What will we do in an empty ballroom?" William asked.

"We can finish our drinks, talk a little more, get away from these uppity snobs, and take a break from this old timer music," Marjorie listed.

"You know what," William said, "I'm up for an adventure, so why not?"

"Perfect!" Marjorie cheered!

The pair smiled at each other, joined hands, and discretely made their exit.

To be continued. Please review =)

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