Ernest was at Helen Sharp’s book signing party with his wife Madeline Ashton. He was miserable, and so was she. They had been married 10 years. He was a plastic surgeon, and a very good one at that.

He walked around the party, a glass of champagne in hand when he nearly drops it when he bumps into a young lady.

“Oh god I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”

he gasps when he sees this beauty of a woman.

“Oh god….you’re perfect”