Madeline followed Charlotte to the door and looked inside. The two of them were kissing.
Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed, one hand braced on the mattress, the other pressed against Isabelle's shoulder.
She tilted her head back and pressed her lips to his, kissing him until her cheeks flushed.
The sight burned itself into Madeline's mind.
Nausea rose in her throat, and she forced it down.
Charlotte gasped. "What... what are you doing?!"
Sebastian froze, then shoved Isabelle aside and stood.
He turned and met Madeline's calm eyes. His face shifted, and without thinking, he pointed at Isabelle.
"It was her. She kissed me. I just didn't have time to push her away. Maddie, don't misunderstand."
Isabelle bit her lip, her eyes red, saying nothing. Her hands twisted the sheets.
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