Wooing The Ex-Wife

Liza was nervous. In fact saying that she was nervous would be an understatement. Liza's relationship with heels had always been messy and the fact that she was wearing sky high heels only increased her chances of falling flat on her face or breaking her ankle, she took each step carefully as she walked down towards the isle. Wedding bells were ringing around and the whole place was full of people. There was a smile on everybody's face and they were carrying beautifully wrapped presents, their shiny wraps glistening under the soft rays of the setting sun. It was an evening wedding.

She could hear the faint crash of waves which were crashing with each other creating soft music. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She tried to focus anywhere except of the fact that she could tip anytime and make a fool of herself. The wedding march started and a beautiful piece was played on the piano. Liza's hold on the bouquet in her hand tightened. Soon they were at the isle and Liza released the breath she had been holding.

Jonathan tightened his tie and gave himself a once over. He was wearing a charcoal gray suit with a grey vest and soft salmon shirt under it. He had no idea why he had agreed to do it. He ran his hands through his hair giving them a messy but stylish look and left. The wedding he was attending was on a beach in California. Initially he was against the idea but then Alice had insisted that he should go. He wondered why Alice wanted to put him through so much torture, she knew he would hate attending the wedding and yet she had insisted that he attend it.

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she had someone else to love. His heart insisted on whisking her away from the wedding but a rational part of him snubbed that urge. He looked at her as if he had seen the sun for the first time and suddenly his world felt brighter. And then a shot of pain shot through him as he remembered the words in her last letter. She would never accept me he thought. He watched as she reached the isle and let out a breath of relief, it wouldn’t have been evident to anybody else but to Jonathan it was clear as day, his eyes were focused only

in the wedding gown. Krista and George leaned in for a sweet kiss as the priest pronounced them as man and wife. Liza hadn't even realized that her eyes were slightly moist. She had never been very close to Krista, she had always been her bosses’ daughter to her. When Krista had asked her to be one of her bridesmaids, Liza had been shocked but she had agreed. Liza pulled up her salmon colored gown slightly as she got down from the isle. She walked took a glass of wine from the waiter that was passing by and found a secluded corner. She didn't know anybody except the people the publishing house did business with. Margaret

him. "Aw come on only one dance. Please." he said. "Okay, but just one dance" Liza relented. He led her to dance floor and they began swaying to the music. He had his hands wrapped around her waist and she put her hands on his shoulders. "I am Steve by the way. Steve Clement" he said. "Steve Clement as in author of the 'A million miles away' Steve Clement" Liza asked. "Yep, the one and only" he replied smirking” you are not old" she blurted out. "I mean I thought that the writer of such a wonderful book would some experienced old guy but you are pretty young" she said "thank you for the Complement" he smirked "it was not a complement. I was merely stating a fact." Liza threw back. "Whatever

wild child of Leslie Santiago. Tabloids were always full of her new misadventures and her latest boy toys. It had come as a shock to Jonathan when he had received her wedding card, announcing her wedding to George Hamilton. George was one of the most disciplined man Jonathan had ever met. He was responsible and serious nothing like Krista and he wondered how a man like George had fallen for a girl like Krista seeing them dancing together anybody could tell that they were in love. Krista glowed with happiness as George swayed her to