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.

teachers' group that she had withdrawn her application,

considering her too pretentious. Now

they didn't apply, right? But who knows how many calls

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

the secrecy, unless you're playing

for a leg up, and after

hearing the chorus of

investor came to

to stand on; the outcome of the situation made her feel guilty,

a spaghetti strap dress and had put

single teachers

unfriendly, she chose to ignore

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

appreciate the

had to admit that it was the privilege of the wealthy. After all, the whole

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a deep breath and put on a

"Alright."

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go too. Let us get a glimpse of

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more time, "Alright, everyone can come, but please, no chit-chat when we're there."