Isabelle had dressed in red, and while modest, certainly not as shy and innocent as she had been before. She greeted John with a smile, the red lipstick brightening her pale features. She had seen small pieces of John that were not the same man she'd remembered, and maybe they had both grown.
"Good to see you Mr. Haveland." While she did know of who he was and at one time did call him John, sometimes it was a form of endearment from her to call him mister. She grabbed onto his arm, not waiting for him to steal her away to her seat.