Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The next morning at six, the principal was already on the phone with her.

"Ms. March, please dress smartly today. The higher-ups are taking this matter very seriously. If our preschool can impress the investors, the government will allocate a substantial budget for us next year. No skirts, wear slacks and a blouse."

Zoey rubbed her temples, feeling a bit weary. "Got it, Principal."

"Ms. March, this is really important. There's a lot of pressure on me too, you know."

"Yeah, I understand."

Zoey couldn't afford to take this lightly. She rummaged through her closet for her business attire, then headed downstairs for a quick bite. She decided not to tell Curtis and Miranda just yet to spare them the worry.

Arriving at school, it was still early. Since the news came through last night, the preschool had been cleaning around the clock. Now, not a speck of dust was in sight.

Entering her classroom, Zoey noticed that colorful balloons had been hung up everywhere.

She approached a staff member nearby.

"Do we really need all this? It's a bit over the top."

"It's what the principal and the powers that be want."

Zoey clammed up; after all, she was just a teacher.

Her colleague Gemma and a few others passed by, looking sour.

group that she had withdrawn her application, here she was, having gone behind everyone's backs. They labeled her a

liked Zoey, considering her too pretentious. Now

people claimed they didn't apply, right? But who knows how many calls they've made to the

also miffed. It was a golden opportunity for promotion, and Zoey

all the secrecy, unless you're playing games with

a leg up, and after I

vindicated hearing the

the investor came to pick up

have a leg to stand on; the outcome of the situation made her feel guilty, and she didn't even know how things

Gemma, who was wearing a spaghetti strap dress and

single teachers had also

unfriendly, she

this point, spotting Zoey immediately, "Ms. March, the child and the investor are about to

appreciate the

of the wealthy. After all, the whole of

ovel

to

a deep breath and put on

"Alright."

started to

go too. Let us get a

Zoey be the only one

waste any more time, "Alright, everyone can come, but please, no chit-chat