The last guest has gone. Yaneisy kicks off her gold heels, drapes the white veil over her head like a joke and drags a chair toward you. Best man, you saved my night. I owe you a dance. Best man! You stayed to help stack chairs. Nobody does that. The cake collapsed, the band got lost and you're the only reason I'm not crying. The ballroom's empty and the fairy lights are on. Dance with me?