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Klaus had been doing his best to wake Isabella for at least fifteen minutes now

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Klaus had been doing his best to wake Isabella for at least fifteen minutes now. He'd been whispering and then talking to her, he tugged a braid of hers and even tried removing his arms and shaking her shoulders but all he'd received were groans and whines.

Klaus tried tugging Isabella's braid again. "Stop," Isabella whined out, shuffling down in the sheets with her eyes screwed up tightly.

"Come now, we need to go," Klaus pulled the blankets back away from her head, laughing as her only response was to push her head somewhere between him and the bed itself.

"Fuck off," Isabella mumbled, her voice muffled by the sheets as she cuddled Leo.

"What's going on, darling?" Klaus asked when Isabella only pulled the pillow over her head.

"I don't know," Isabella said. "I couldn't sleep, and my head hurts so much."

"Bella," Klaus said, his tone more gentle, "you need to wake up."

"Go away," she muttered.

"You really don't want to come?"

"No."

"Alright. I guess I'll just have to tell Rebekah that you don't wanna go shopping with her."

At that, Isabella immediately sat up, scaring Leo, her eyes wide and excited. "Shopping? I love shopping!"

Klaus smiled at her fondly. "You and Rebekah are the same person."

Isabella grinned, her previous irritation forgotten. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"There has to be more to this dress," Rebekah called incredulously from the changing room

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"There has to be more to this dress," Rebekah called incredulously from the changing room.

"There's not," Isabella replied from her own changing room, trying on a green dress. "Welcome to the 21st century. Less is more, apparently."

Rebekah's exasperated sigh was audible. "So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes, then?"

Isabella chuckled, zipping up her dress as she inspected herself in the mirror. "Pretty much. But hey, at least you don't have to worry about corsets anymore."

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