Introduction
Yook A-bom: No matter how much I think about it, my wife is an angel. Truly, no human could be this lovely and beautiful. I swear, I must be the luckiest man in the world. To be able to live as the lover, as the husband, of this angel. In this entire ballroom, the only light is my wife, isn't it?
Yook A-bom: My wife.
Yook A-bom: He carefully extends his hand to [your name]. When you offer your hand, he gently kisses your knuckles. It was a tribute to my beautiful angel.
Yook A-bom: Would you grant me the honor of a dance?