The village celebrated a humble reception for the newlyweds. Mrs. Hawthorne danced with infectious energy as Teressa clapped her hands, encouraging everyone to join in with the lively music.
Despite the vibrant atmosphere of music, celebration, and singing, Isabel remained unusually quiet throughout the festivities. Tristan noticed her detachment almost immediately.
"Isabel...?" he called out gently, hoping to catch her attention.
Isabel seemed lost in her own thoughts, her eyes distant. Concerned, Tristan reached out to hold her hand, but her reaction shocked him—she immediately slapped his hand away, a reflexive action that left them both stunned.
"I... I am sorry. I did not mean to do that," Isabel quickly apologized, avoiding his gaze.
Tristan's brow furrowed with worry. He didn't
