“Please tell me you won’t stand there for the rest of the day spacing out,” Cynthia sarcastically remarked, stealing Isabella’s attention for the third time. She raised an eyebrow, staring at her friend with a mix of disbelief and concern. It had only been four hours since Anne left, but Isabella’s focus had been noticeably unstable.
“Just don’t mind me, Cyn,” Isabella replied, trying to clear the heaviness and suffocation inside her chest. “We should get moving and organize everything for tomorrow’s opening.”
Without wanting to add to the solemn atmosphere, Cynthia nodded. Her eyes softened as she observed her friend. She could sense that something was bothering her beyond the obvious concern for Anne. She decided to dig a little deeper. “Hey, Belle, are you okay? You seem a bit off tod
