Isabella's POV The next morning, the sun’s first rays spilled across my face, nudging me awake. I threw my hands to my sides, instinctively searching for Ray, but the bed was empty.I swung my legs off the bed and glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes past seven.“Holy shit.” A jolt of panic ran through me.I rushed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, scrubbing away the remnants of sleep.Fortunately, I had already packed the dress I planned to wear for the interview. On my way out, I saw Ray in the kitchen, flipping pancakes and humming softly.“Hey, babe,” he greeted, planting a quick kiss on my cheek. “Already heading out?”“Yeah, babe. I’ve got an interview today at nine,” I said, squeezing his hand.“An interview?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise.“Yes, babe. It’s a long story, but I promise I’ll explain everything when I get back,” I said, hoping he’d understand.“Okay, but I’m making your favorite breakfast. It’ll be ready soon,” he said, flashing a hopeful smile, clearl
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