Chapter 25: XXV · ISABELLE

Isabelle Baudelaire's point of view

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I HATE HOW HOT HE WAS when saw him across the front portal of the castle. I hate how he looked at me and how it made me feel. And I hate how he looked at me.

Most of all, I hate myself for not being able to truly hate him! I also hate him for not allowing me to hate him. Seriously, what's wrong with me?

Angry with myself, after I said a sentence to him after I had promised myself to never speak with his ass again, I stormed inside my office, and Cédric stared at me amused. He was sitting on the chair on the side of the window, drinking some tea. Clearly, unbothered by my temper.

"Scream with me," I told him and he glared at me with his eyebrows raised.

"I know you, and right now you want to fight someone. Girl, I'll get married in a week, I have no mind to fight now. You should have stayed down there and fought either your siblings or the Delacroixs!"