Chapter 48

Chapter 48: The Wedding

The most awaited day had finally arrived. Although the weather had been particularly cold recently, this day felt different. The sun was warm, casting a golden hue over the snow-covered village, and the birds chirped merrily as if the heavens themselves were celebrating Isabel and Tristan's union.

Inside the small, cozy chapel, the air buzzed with quiet anticipation. The few guests—close friends and family—whispered among themselves, their breath visible in the chilly air. The soft light filtering through the stained glass windows bathed the room in a kaleidoscope of colors, adding to the mild atmosphere.

Tristan stood at the altar as his heart pounded in his chest. His eyes kept darting to the door with each second feeling like an eternity. The priest, Teressa, Mrs. Hawthorne, and the gathered guests all watched him with varying degrees of curiosity and concern.

Minutes ticked by, and Tristan's anxiety grew. Where was Isabel? Had she gotten cold feet? Doubts g