IF LOOKS COULD KILL
Third person pov
By the time Isabella emerged from the restroom, she had rebuilt her mask.
The bold crimson of her lipstick couldn't quite hide the puffiness around her eyes, but it would have to do.
When she returned to the ballroom, Marco and Amelia were waiting, their faces carefully composed.
"Isabella, àmore, where did you disappear to? I was beginning to worry," Marco said, smoothly stepping forward.
He paused, his eyes flicking over her face, registering the too-bright makeup and the redness of her eyes.
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