Rome: I feel like dancing, whoo, dancing, whoo, dance the night away
Tango, Waltz, Foxtrot, Mamba...the list went on and Isabel learned them all. At least long enough to do the dances. She probably would not be able to remember them later but it didn't matter then. The night was magical, and not just because of Tom's talents. As they step into the elevator, Isabel falls into his arms, kissing his neck. "I love you."