#Chapter223
Isabella's POV
She is no doubt going to throw up if she continues to do that.
She places her hands on mine which are currently resting on top of my lap.
/"M-My best friend c-calls me t-that/" she whispers with a harsh tone
/"No way!/" I decide to sarcastically play along
I carefully flip my hands so that I am now holding onto her wrists.
/"Yeah, y-you would l-love her/" she almost throws up again
Dear god.
I love her, but please do not let her throw up on me.
/"I would?/" I continue to play along
I slowly begin to stand up, bringing her up with me.
She unknowingly follows my lead until we are both standing upright.
/"She is the m-most g-gorgeous p-person in the w-whole entire w-world!/" She over exaggerates
I blush with embarrassment at her confession.
Oh.
This feels kind of weird to hear from her considering that she is drunk and doesn't know what she is saying.
