A second later the girl was already hugging him tightly.

The music started up again, but now everyone’s eyes were focused on the center of the room. Father took Emma’s hand, and they began to dance. His fellow soldiers joined in, each of them embracing the moment with respect and warmth.

They moved confidently and calmly, and there was something very strong and real about it.

The whole hall froze.

People who had been laughing and talking just a moment ago now simply stared, unmoving. Even Melissa stood to the side, speechless.

They looked remarkably harmonious in the center of the dance floor. The girl in the lavender dress and the men in uniform moved in unison, and it was more than just a dance.

It was a moment that everyone remembered.