Dimitri Delacroix's point of view
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DURING THOSE THREE DAYS I avoided Isabelle with all my will-power, she, as I expected, avoided me as well. To a point where, after we just saw each other and she realized how early I'm used to woke up, she decided to get up earlier than me just to avoid my face. I found it amusing, as much as annoying.
Even though I didn't see her, she was still in my mind. And also in my dreams, again, and again, and fucking again. Making me hate her even more.
Then mom and His Grace, Duke Florentin announced the masquerade ball, to which they invited all the high ranks present in Desmoulins at the moment. Not to mention that, for some reason, everybody began to talk about me and Isa-fucking-belle Baudelaire. Nothing between the lines of marriage, as usual, but regarding our hatred towards each other.
It was really frustrating.
