XXXVII • ISABELLE

Isabelle Baudelaire's point of view

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YES, I KNOW. I'M PLAYING WITH FIRE BY having Dimitri, of all people, as my escort. Especially when I'm very aware that, besides our bickering, we are dangerously attracted to each other. Which was very clear when I felt like kissing him right there, in front of everybody, and that's why I needed to get away from him.

It was quite amusing to see how he seemed as frustrated as I was when I said that to him. I hate to admit but it's attractive to see him blushing like that just because I said something. And I think we made each other very clear about what going on between us from the moment I went back to his chambers to now.

"So, what's going on?" Josephine asked with a silly grin. "I'm genuinely surprised that you came with His Grace, of all people, to the ball."

I felt my cheeks getting hot again and bit my bottom lip, "Don't think too much of it. I'm using him to make someone who despise the idea of us near each other, pissed."