Page 98 of When Swans Dance


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Lifting her head, she placed a hand on his cheek. “Swans mate for life. And when they are separated due to an illness, they perform this beautiful dance together to rekindle their bond.”

“I never knew that,” he said with a smile.

“I only learned it recently.” She tightened her arms around him.

As the last notes of the song played, Steven twirled her once more before lifting her hand to his lips. Their friends and family cheered, and Rose felt on top of the world.

“I know you’re hungry,” he murmured into her ear. “But how would you feel about taking our dinner down to the river? There’s a picnic table by the pier, and we could have a few minutes to ourselves.”

A moment alone, just the two of them, was exactly what Rose needed. She grabbed her plate and followed him, slipping out the back door unnoticed.

The sun hung lower in the sky, and the breeze coming off the river held the promise of autumn. They sat on opposite sides of the picnic table near the pier and enjoyed their meal. Just as they were ready to leave, a fluttering of white feathers caught Rose’s eye. There in the middle of the river was a pair of swans. Their long white necks formed a heart as they pressed their foreheads together before lifting their wings and circling each other.

“You see,” Rose said, pointing. “They’re dancing!”

Steven stood and pulled her into his arms again, swaying them back and forth. “And so are we.”

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