Words Without a Name

Dancing

Hi, my name is Andy, and I own Cakes, Cupcakes, and Cookies, the bakery that is catering my best friend's wedding. Ashley, the bride, has been my best friend since birth, our moms were friends.
This is the first wedding of the spring season for us, and it's huge. Between Ashley and Christian, the groom, family alone made this no small reception.
"Hey! Come on! It's almost time for the first dance, you know Ash would kill you you if you missed this!" My brother Jeremy, yelled.
I walked out from the back, prepared to keep myself from laughing when Ash tripped over her dress, or Christian's shoes, which she was sure to do. One thing about Ashley, she absolutely cannot dance. I tried to teach her, but it's hopeless. That woman has no sense of rhythm.
The doors open at the front of the hall. Silence reigns as the new Mr. and Mrs. Mora sweep out onto the center of the floor. The music starts, and they start off in a slow waltz.
Nothing but the music can be heard as they glide across the marble tiles. You can't even hear the click of Ash's heels. She's really dancing! I look over at my brother and see my excitement mirrored in his eyes.
Ashley's mother died two years and a month ago, and she loved to dance. She was so graceful that even when she walked she looked like she was floating. When she died Ash started taking dance lessons, determined to dance at her wedding, something that had been so important to her mother.
As the dance ended I cut in, I was the closest thing to a close male relative she had.
"You did it, you danced, and pretty well I might add." I said quietly.
"I did, I really did." She had a dazed expression on her face, and I could tell the shock of getting the steps right hadn't worn off.
"You looked just like your mom." I whispered. She looked up at me and smiled, tears in her eyes as we danced.