It was when she entered that building when she truly became a queen. That was the day her beloved partner taught her to dance the waltz.
It was at an official ball of the French embassy to which he had been invited as an external collaborator. She felt it was an honour simply to have been asked to escort him.
But he wanted more.
He always did.
And after their majestic-fairytale-ball, he did what every little princess dreams of: he fell onto one knee and presented her with a little black velvet box.
She had officially become his queen.
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