The first light of dawn crept through the curtains as Tristan stirred from his sleep. With careful movements, he slipped out of bed, being mindful not to disturb Isabel, who still slept soundly beside him.
As he dressed quietly, Tristan couldn't shake the nervousness that coursed through him. Today was the day he would make the final preparations for their wedding. With each button fastened and each shoelace tied, he felt a sense of anticipation building within him.
He left a gentle kiss on Isabel's forehead as he paused for a moment to admire her peaceful expression before quietly slipping out of the room. He made his way down the hallway, the floorboards creaking softly beneath his feet as he descended the stairs.
When he reached the bottom, he was startled by Teressa's presence, and
