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ISABELLE'S POV— 93

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to, Isabelle," Kyler says, but it's Victoria's wedding, I should go see her at least. I mean, I have things to say to her, but I woke up sick, my stomach has been aching, and I tried taking medication. Even food couldn't help.

"Kyler," I called, and he exhaled loudly, walking closer to me.

"Trust me, you don't want to attend her wedding looking like that. Your face is swollen. Are you sure you didn't eat something weird last night,"

"Really? Is it swollen? How swollen?" I asked, and he blinked countlessly in two seconds and itching his head. I sighed. "Must be that bad, right?"

"Yeah, but you're still pretty," He smiled and leaned to kiss my cheek, but I stopped him midway.

"Did you change your perfume?" I asked, and he sniffed himself and then looked at me.

"What do you mean? I smell just the same," he said, but I turned my head to the other side, trying my best not to tell him he smells horrible. "A kiss, at least?" I looked at him, frown
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