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?"