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.

that she had withdrawn her application, here she was, having gone

too pretentious. Now

knows how many calls they've made to the principal behind the

miffed. It was a golden

why all the secrecy, unless

shameless, really. To deceive colleagues just for a leg up,

felt vindicated hearing the chorus

came to pick up

the situation made her feel guilty, and she didn't

a spaghetti strap

single teachers had

her unfriendly, she chose to ignore

child and the investor are about to arrive.

appreciate

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

ovel

to

a deep breath and put on

"Alright."

started to

go too. Let us get a glimpse of

should Zoey be the only

dealing with enough headaches, couldn't waste any more time, "Alright, everyone can come, but please, no chit-chat when we're