Chapter 417 - Four Hundred And Seventeen: Love Is Stupid (1/2)
The third point of view:
”Tell me you're kidding,” Isabella had a massive look of disbelief on her face as Anabelle behaved lovey-dovey with Julie. What the hell was happening? One moment this asshole was bothering her and the next he's onto her naive cousin.
”What did you just say?” Pedro blinked twice at that announcement.
”You heard me right,” Anabelle giggled, obviously high on excitement, ”We are getting married,”
Isabella let go of Pedro's arm and walked over to Anabelle, pulling her out of Julie's arm with a deep frown, and then placed a hand on the girl's forehead, checking her temperature.
”You don't have a fever,” she observed with pursed up lips while feeling her own forehead too, ”Neither do you look sick?” Isabella let go, observing her appearance, ”What's the problem then?”
”Seriously, let go!” Anabelle pushed out of her grasp, frustrated, ”What the hell is wrong with you?”
”I should be the one asking you that question!” Isabella retorted with furrowed brows, ”You just called me here out of the memorial to blabber this nonsense about getting married?!”
”Yes, you are right. Indeed, we are getting married,” Anabelle acquiesced, relaxing her head against Julie's chest.
”Was that his idea? Did he put you up to this? ”
”Actually, that's the Father's idea?” She shrugged in the direction of the Priest who straightened up with a raised brow.
”That was meant to be a joke,” The priest clarified.
”A bad joke as you can see, obviously” Isabella sassed, throwing her hand up.
The priest defended himself, ”Marriage seems to scare young people these days so I thought suggesting that would make them both scamper away from fear - you don't make out behind the church,”
”Unfortunately, you gave them the worst advice in history!” Isabella bellowed at the priest.
”Isabella,” Pedro called, pulling her to his side in an attempt to calm her down, ”It's a priest you're talking to,”
”Oh, a priest,” She pretended to be remorseful yet yelled at his face, ”A priest that's about to wed my eighteen-year-old Cousin!”
”Hey little one, I'm not forcing anyone to take a marriage oath. As I said, it was a bad joke. Besides, I'm not even -”
”You know what? Let's speak the truth here,” Anabelle stepped out, her jaw was tightly clenched, ”Why don't you tell me you're simply jealous,”
”What?” Isabella blanched, taken aback by her words, ”What should I even be jealous of?”