Wooing The Ex-Wife novel Chapter 1

Liza was nervous. In fact saying that she was nervous would be an understatement. Liza's relationship with heels had always been messy and the fact that she was wearing sky high heels only increased her chances of falling flat on her face or breaking her ankle, she took each step carefully as she walked down towards the isle. Wedding bells were ringing around and the whole place was full of people. There was a smile on everybody's face and they were carrying beautifully wrapped presents, their shiny wraps glistening under the soft rays of the setting sun. It was an evening wedding.

She could hear the faint crash of waves which were crashing with each other creating soft music. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She tried to focus anywhere except of the fact that she could tip anytime and make a fool of herself. The wedding march started and a beautiful piece was played on the piano. Liza's hold on the bouquet in her hand tightened. Soon they were at the isle and Liza released the breath she had been holding.

Jonathan tightened his tie and gave himself a once over. He was wearing a charcoal gray suit with a grey vest and soft salmon shirt under it. He had no idea why he had agreed to do it. He ran his hands through his hair giving them a messy but stylish look and left. The wedding he was attending was on a beach in California. Initially he was against the idea but then Alice had insisted that he should go. He wondered why Alice wanted to put him through so much torture, she knew he would hate attending the wedding and yet she had insisted that he attend it.

He took a seat at the back. He was also carrying a gift like others. He had never imagined that after so many years of chasing, it would finally come to this. He looked around lazily trying to find a familiar face but finding no one worth talking to he pulled out his cell phone and called Dave inquiring him about how things were going. Jonathan was forced to put down the call when the wedding march started playing and the bride entered with her bridesmaid. It was then when Jonathan saw her.

It had been four years since he had last seen her. Her hair were down in beautiful curls, her eye brows were furrowed as she tried to focus on not tripping. She looked like a vision in her dress. He had pinned over her for four years only to find her at the place he had always refused to visit. He wondered if it was too late now, if she had someone else to love. His heart insisted on whisking her away from the wedding but a rational part of him snubbed that urge. He looked at her as if he had seen the sun for the first time and suddenly his world felt brighter. And then a shot of pain shot through him as he remembered the words in her last letter. She would never accept me he thought. He watched as she reached the isle and let out a breath of relief, it wouldn’t have been evident to anybody else but to Jonathan it was clear as day, his eyes were focused only on her. She wasn't looking at him. She was staring straight in front of her and he wished that he could look in her warm chocolate eyes even if it was just for a moment.