Luke didn"t confirm or deny it. Tabitha took a small step forward, reaching out as if to touch his arm in a friendly gesture, but Luke instinctively stepped back half a pace, avoiding her touch. Her hand hung awkwardly in the air for a second before she naturally redirected it, lightly brushing the sleeve of a displayed gown in the nearby window, as if it had been an absentminded movement. "This gown is beautiful," she said softly, then withdrew her hand and looked at Luke, her expression complex. "Luke, whether you believe me or not, I sincerely wish you both happiness. I… I should go." With a slight nod, she turned and walked away quickly, her back shadow carrying a hint of loneliness. Luke watched her go, his brow slightly furrowed. Tabitha"s sudden change of heart felt suspicious, but
