Dimitri Delacroix's point of view
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"We didn't have sex. We know the consequences of going that far unmarried and uncompromised with each other. Thus, taking responsibility for me wouldn't work."
"But did you wanna do it?" My cousin asked.
I felt my face and ears burn and opted for playing dumb, "Do what?"
She gave me a you-know-what glare, "Sex. Did you want to have sex with Isabelle?"
"And for fuck's sake, let's drop the lies, yeah?" Louis groaned. "You've lied too damn much already. Let's talk honestly, it's just us in here."
Biting my bottom lip, I groaned, "Of course, I do."
"Then do you wanna marry her?" Bea narrowed her eyes.
I swallowed, "She won't-"
"I'm not asking if she will or not say yes. I am asking if you, Dimitri Carpentier Delacroix, wants to marry Isabelle Delannoy Baudelaire, damn it. Do you, or do you not, want to marry her?" My cousin groaned, caressing her baby bump.
