XLV • ISABELLE

Isabelle Baudelaire's point of view

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'THERE'S NO OTHER WOMEN IN MY LIFE,' HE SAID.

Then why the hell was she coming out of his damn chambers, all smiley, as he called her Lise, in a bloody nickname base, with their arms intertwined, as he smiled at her in a way he never did to me? Was he with her ever since he left the library when he was with me? And they are even matching like a damn couple.

Fuck. At least with Noël, he knows he is into guys. Ghost ain't the same, and I can't even use anything against her, because she's only been infuriatingly nice to me, even when complimenting me like that with no underlined ill intentions, like I have been doing to her. She makes me look like a bitter freaking villain next to her, while she's the blushing bride with the most perfect groom in the whole fucking world. I really feel like killing him. He's playing me.