William’s POV
The sun was streaming in through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Isabella was already dressed, a cup of coffee in her hand. Her arms were crossed, and her expression was serious.
"William," she said, her voice low and tense.
"What's up?" I asked, still unsure of what was going on. "Why are you up so early?"
She didn't answer my question, instead grabbing the ironed suit beside her and throwing it at me. "Get dressed, we're going to church," she said, her voice firm.
My mind was reeling. Church? I hadn't been to church in years. And why was Isabella so insistent that we go now? "What's going on?" I asked again, my voice edged with confusion and worry.
She looked at me, her eyes full of determination.
"It might help you remember your vows," she said, her
