Soon. Was it soon as in tomorrow? Next week? Next Season? Just how long did he have to come up with a plan before she was gone from his life forever? Will looked down towards his glass, his lighter and bubbly mood positively gone. He had always known in the back of his mind that he would one day lose her — that she would marry someone else and be happy, but he hadn't expected such finality to it.

He hadn't expected to never see her again.

Will dropped his glass on the table behind him and stretched his hand out to her. "Dance with me...please." He didn't know if she would be standing up another suitor for the next set, and he didn't care. She was leaving, and he would have this dance.