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My morning coffee grew cold as I stared at the headline: “ROYAL PLAYBOY RETURNS! PRINCE ISAAC’S WILD NIGHT WITH ELLA.”
Beneath it were photos that made my stomach turn. Isaac, eyes glazed and half-lidded, dancing with Ella at the club. In one photo, her arms were wrapped around his neck, her body pressed against his. In another, they stumbled along the beach together, laughing, his arm around her shoulders.
There was even a shot of them boarding a yacht, his hand on the small of her back—clearly intimate, clearly drunk, clearly not giving a single f**k about the fact that he was getting married tomorrow.
I flipped through the pages, each photo worse than the last. Isaac falling face-first into the sand. Isaac with a bottle of liquor raised high above his head. Isaac
