Isabelle Baudelaire's point of view
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THAT ASSHOLE... I SWEAR I'LL KILL HIM. I'LL fucking stab his damned heart. How dare he do that to me? And he calls himself a gentleman? What a... Damn it.
Alright, I may have provoked him a little bit, but it was harmless, come on. And I just played with what he was showing to me already. But he crossed the line. If it wasn't for the current circumstances, I would poison his food and he would die tomorrow already.
Biting my towel, I screamed in anger.
Sigh. How am I going to face him without thinking of what he did tonight? Gods' help me. I'm really screwed.
And the worst part is that if I react awkwardly towards him, after all I said to him today, Mathis and Adrien will 100% be suspicious! Which means I'll have to swallow my shyness and keep acting as if he didn't have any effect on me.
I truly can't wait until he leaves us. His presence here is dangerous to me. To my life. To my sanity. To myself as a whole.
