As the tension between Vincent and Isabella grew palpable, Timothy, who had been observing from a distance, sensed something was wrong. Without hesitation, he rushed over to them. "Isabella, is everything alright?" he asked, his concern obvious.
Isabella, still shaken, nodded slightly but didn't speak. Timothy gently took her by the arm. "Come on, let's go back to our table," he said, guiding her away from the dance floor.
Vincent, however, wasn't ready to let the conversation end there. Determined to get to the bottom of things, he followed closely behind them. As they reached their table, Vincent joined them, his gaze fixed on Isabella.
"Vincent!" Timothy started, trying to mediate, "Let's sit down and talk this through calmly."
Isabella took a deep breath, trying to steady her emoti
