After batches of bargaining and anger, you were now on acceptance. Accepting that your ex-husband will be marrying someone else and you were invited. You wore your most luscious black sheer midi gown. You wanted your ex-husband to see what he missed.

The door bell rings as you see a woman all dressed in a dashing suit, Ivy, your loyal lady escort.

"Ma'am we're going to a wedding, not a funeral." She sighed and looked at your attire but laughed softly finding you pretty, still.