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.

child was transferring to Zoey's class. Despite her announcement in the teachers' group that she had withdrawn her application, here she was, having gone behind everyone's backs. They labeled her

never liked Zoey, considering her too pretentious. Now she was even more

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

also miffed. It was a golden opportunity for

why all the secrecy, unless you're playing games with

To deceive colleagues just for a leg up, and after I stood up for her in the

felt vindicated hearing the

next to Zoey's. If the investor came to pick up the child, she'd have a chance

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

who was wearing a spaghetti strap dress

teachers had

looking at her unfriendly, she chose to ignore

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

didn't appreciate the

sometimes she had to admit that it was the privilege of the wealthy.

ovel

thanks to

deep breath and put

"Alright."

started

want to go too. Let us get a glimpse of the

be the

enough headaches, couldn't waste any more time, "Alright, everyone can come, but