He smiles tenderly at his young bride.
“If you desire them, you shall have them, beloved,” he says, indicating the gleaming dancing shoes in the shop window, “but you must promise you will dance for me every day.”
She hugs him gratefully.
That evening, sipping champagne on their balcony overlooking the sea, she reaches for his hand.
“How will you feel, dearest, when I am no longer young enough to dance for you?”
He unfurls her fingers to kiss her palm.
“Why, the same way you’ll feel, my love, when I am no longer rich enough to buy dancing shoes.”
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