In the evening, there was a big dance in the town square, and then everyone filled into the church to eat the spring feast.
Lotte came to the dance in an heirloom dress, and it was the first time he'd seen her wearing jewelry, and her hair was done up, no longer sitting placid in two braids. She was pretty, but... it felt wrong, somehow.
After all, he still loved his wife.
He couldn't see himself with anyone else.
And he hadn't particularly dressed up either.
He felt kind of bad that she was going to so much effort for an affection that wasn't reciprocated at all.
But he danced with her anyway.