Whenever Silas retreated or isolated himself during gatherings, it was never to make others around him comfortable. Or was it?
It was in order to find his own peace of mind, right?
Or was it simply what he'd told himself to make those occasions a smidge more bearable.
After all, what was he seeking peace of mind from? shrill giggles? uninteresting conversations? Or perhaps was it those looks people gave him? The jokes they made around him…?
Either way, if Arabella had been right about one thing, it was that their wedding night especially belonged to the two of them.
He shouldn't have to vanish from his own wedding party in order to find comfort. Not when he was surrounded by people he truly cared for, who cared for him in return.
"I don't want to let go of you," she whispered as a little simper adorned her face.
"Then don't,"
The music hit all of the right beats accompanied by the hearty laughter that filled the hall as it vibrated with life.
