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23. Isabella, where are you?!
IN A FEW DAYS AT ISABELLA'S POV: I watched from the edge of the living room, my hands clenched into tight fists at my sides. Charlotte was always near Noah, laughing, smiling, and standing too close. Every time I caught his eye, Charlotte would get in between us, her smile too perfect, her laughter too easy. And Noah… he didn’t push her away. He seemed distracted, oblivious to how her attention was suffocating him. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to leave. I went to my room and checked if I got everything as planned. I got some simple clothes, money, and a few other things. I was leaving in the evening. Dinner was unbearable. Charlotte was seated beside Noah, charming everyone with her funny remarks and effortless grace. His parents, Clara and William, were enchanted by her, hanging on
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