But circumstances had changed.

Had Brian been single, it would have been a delightful trip down memory lane.

However, he had brought Rosalynn with him tonight, which made the situation far from appropriate.

Bringing Rosalynn was a statement clear as day-he was committed to her and her alone.

Selina, the belle of the ball, flushed with anticipation. She straightened in her seat, her face aglow under the carefully applied makeup.

Her eyes were fixed on Brian as she waited for him to ask her to dance.

On the other hand, Rosalynn felt a sting of discomfort.

She was not usually one to let petty jealousy get the better of her, but the prospect of her husband reminiscing about a shared past with an ex, through a dance no less, was not a pleasant thought.

But before her discomfort could morph into something else, Brian glanced at her. Then, in full view of everyone, he held her hand.

“This is my wife honor of Selina."

Rosalynn. Tonight, I'll be dancing with my wife in

His announcement caused a stir. The room was filled with gasps and murmurs, whispers bouncing off the walls like a horde of confused bees.

“Really? Brian, you're married?"

“When did this happen? It feels so sudden."

“How did we miss that?"

Turning to Rosalynn, Brian let a proud smile play on his lips.

“We've been married for two years."

The murmurs grew Louder. Two years ago?

It was not a secret that Brian had married two years ago.

But rumor had it that the bride was far from pleasing to the eye.

Puzzled, a voice from the crowd asked, "Wait, was she that supposedly ugly bride?"

Another voice chimed in, “Ugly? She's stunning! If she's ugly, the rest of us don't stand a chance.”