Damon

Isabella's face was pale when I saw her as she came out of the bathroom. She had a stunned look as though she was trying to remember something. I grabbed her hands and rubbed circles over her knuckles until she smiled at me.

"I am fine," she said with a shaking voice.

"Champagne?" I asked as I handed her a flute. She shook her head. "I can't keep it down," she said, forcing another smile at me.

"Isabella, what is wrong?" I asked with my mouth close to her ear. "I'll tell you when we get home," she said as she squeezed my fingers back.

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