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Isabelle woke up to kisses and morning breathe. She kept her eyes closed in fear of it being a dream, and Lucas disappeared immediately she opened her eyes. "Good morning, Mrs Archer," Lucas whispered. The words, the voice, everything was so familiar, yet felt like a distant memory. She reminisced on how she woke up to those four words every morning for three years since they got married. After their three years mark, everything seemed to change, Lucas, their relationship, everything. Lucas kissed her on the lips, and she braced herself for whatever would happen after she opened her eyes. He was real. He was really there, with her. She smiled at the realization that everything had happened the previous night and that he was still there in bed with her. "Good morning, Mr Archer," she replied in her sleepy tone. Lucas began to kiss her as he told her how much he had missed her and how home did not feel like home without her. Isabelle wanted to ask why he had divorced he

Isabelle woke up abruptly to the sound of her alarm. She groaned as she questioned herself as to why she needed an alarm. She had nothing actively going on in her life, and now she felt like she had no reason to wake up early in the morning or a reason to smile. She grabbed the alarm and hit snooze before yanking the batteries out and throwing the alarm into a drawer right beside her bed. She lay on her stomach and groaned into her pillow at the thought of what had happened the previous morning. As she began to doze off, her phone vibrated, and she grabbed it to check who was calling her, 'Lisa Ross.' She groaned as she realised that she had a meeting planned for later that afternoon with Lisa. She let it go to voicemail in hopes that Lisa would be calling to reschedule. She hesitantly played the voice message Lisa sent, "Hi Isa, sorry, old habits," she chuckled. "I just thought to call in and see if you're still up for lunch later today. I'm just excited and can't wait

"Are you sure you will be fine? I can stay all night if you'd like." Lisa asked Isabelle for the tenth time. She drove Isabelle home and ensured she was up in her apartment and safe. She calmed Isabelle down and made her some chamomile tea to help her calm her nerves and sleep. Isabelle felt seen and well taken care of, one other thing that she hadn't felt in years. 'How could someone I have not spoken to in years be this kind to me?' She wondered. "Thank you, Lisa." She sniffled. "And I am so sorry.." Lisa held her hand before she could finish. "Hey, you do not need to thank me or be sorry." Her eyes sincere are reassuring. "I should apologise for bringing this on you at such a time." "You had no way of knowing," Isabelle yarned. Lisa knew it was time to let Isabelle rest. She said her goodbyes and promised to check up on her the next day. **** Isabelle woke up to the sound rattling cabinet doors. She sat upright quietly on her bed to listen for where the rattli

"Okay, I think we can both agree that we have had enough crying and being sad for today," Lisa grinned as she got up from her seat. "Shopping always makes me feel better. Let's go grab you a dress." She stretched her hands out to Isabelle, who was still in her seat. "Get up couch potato," Lisa teased. 'Shopping would help, I guess,' Isabelle thought. She shrugged as she reached out to grab Lisa's hands. "Thank you." She stood up with Lisa's help. She wasn't just thanking Lisa for the help getting up but also for being the wonderful friend and support system she had always been. At the store, both Lisa and Isabelle picked out dresses to try on for Lisa's book launch event. They headed to the changing area, and Lisa tried on her dresses first while Isabelle waited to give her opinion on the dresses. Lisa went in and came back out. They both made eye contact and laughed at how silly she looked in the first dress. She tried on the second dress, and they both agreed that the colour

"Isabelle Turner?" The voice called again. This time, it sounded even closer than before. Isabelle turned around and immediately gasped as she almost ran into a figure that stood right in her way. He held her on both sides of her arms to keep her balanced. "I'm sorry, I should not have snuck up on you like that." the figure said with a smile on his face as he took his hands off of her and took a few steps backwards. Isabelle starred at him andrily for a while. She tried to find her words, but her anger evaporated when she realised she had seen him somewhere before their encounter. She tried to think but she could not place where she had seen him. He stretched out his hand to greet her. She stared at his stretched out hand, and then his face, she waited for him to introduce himself, but he did not. He moved his stretched out hand even closer to her, indicating that he would not drop it until she shook it. Isabelle placed her hand in his. They both looked down at their hands t