ELLA'S POV
The first thing I felt when I woke up was irritation.
The second thing was confusion.
Why?
Because my alarm, the one I specifically set for 6:30 AM, had been turned off.
And when I rolled over and grabbed my phone, the horror hit me.
8:00 AM.
"What the—?!"
I shot up from the bed, my hair a tangled mess, my heart racing.
I SLEPT IN.
Yet here I was, hours late, my body betraying me in the most humiliating way.
Something wasn't right.
And then—the smell.
A rich, warm aroma of coffee, toast, and something sweet drifted into my room.
I frowned, dragging myself out of bed. Was the house on fire? Did I leave something in the oven? Did Jason finally decide to poison me after everything I put him through?
Grumbling, I grabbed my robe and trudged out of the bedroom.
And that's when I saw it.
Jason was in the dining area, setting up the table like some kind of devoted husband in a K-drama breakfast montage.
He was even wearing an apron.
An APRON.
