The Fedora that Flew, and What We Learned
A gust lifted a handsome fedora mid-vals, sending it sliding across the ronda like a mischievous cortina. Laughter softened the pause, and the owner bowed, retrieving it with theatrical grace. Afterward, hats retired to a waiting rack, and sightlines improved. We learned to pin hair, anchor props, and keep romance practical. The moment became lore, a reminder that style shines brightest when it yields to safety. Sometimes elegance is simply choosing to dance lighter than the wind.