**Isabella’s POV** Pagmulat ko, agad akong napabalikwas. "Shit! Late na ako!" Napatingin ako sa wall clock—8:03 AM. I grabbed my bag, hinagilap ang phone, and dashed barefoot to the door. Hindi ko na ininda na naka-oversized polo lang ako na obviously hindi akin. Basta makaalis lang ako bago ako ma-late. Naka-leave pa naman si Ms. Therese, baka si Sir Wayde pa ang makakita. Pero pagbukas ko ng pinto— “Where do you think you’re going?” That voice. That same deep, calm, annoyingly composed voice. I froze. Si Lance. Or Wayde. Whatever. Nakatayo sa may kitchen island, naka-black shirt at joggers, may hawak na tasa ng kape. Ang casual niya—pero intimidating pa rin, like he owned the air in the room. “I’m late!” I panicked, still clutching my bag like it could save me from humiliation. “May reports pa akong kailangang i-submit! Hindi ako pwedeng—” “Isabella,” putol niya, expression still unreadable. “It’s Saturday.” Nanigas ako. “Anong…” Then it hit me. **Satur
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