FIRST STEP TO FORGETTING HIM
ISABELLA
I was still adjusting my makeup when Camille burst through my door without knocking.
Okay, I've been thinking—" She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes landing on me. Her mouth hung open as her words died in her throat.
I turned from the mirror, my hand still hovering over my lipstick. "What?"
She blinked, before her face gradually twisted into something between horror and amusement.
Isabella." She walked toward me slowly, circling me like a prey. "What in the name of God are you wearing?
I looked down at myself. My dress was navy blue, high-necked, long-sleeved, falling to mid thigh.
What's wrong with it?
Camille stopped in front of me and tilted her head, her lips pressing together, as she let out a sound that was half laugh, half groan.
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