My Revenge, My True Love

nd Isabelle Thorne was the bi

hite roses. Every major political figure in D.C. was there. The air buzzed with gossip and

ant black dress. I wasn't there to cry. I

alm composure. I found a spot near the main st

glided over, her white dres

he said, her voice laced with triumph. "I thou

" I replied, my voice smooth as glass

"You' re just bitter

lle. He chose your father' s m

but before she could retort

ooked regal, powerful, and happier than I had ever seen

she began, her voice filled with emotion. "But a miracl

tood beside her looking eve

this joyous day, as I finally get to celeb

gan to applaud,

of the stage, my step

terling!"

Every head in the

aid, my voice ringing with clarity. "But

ury. He stepped forward, his arm

ith false concern. "This is Clara Vance. My ex. She' s cl

. "Miss Vance, you are making a scene. I sugges

ed. I fell to my knees at the foot of the stage. "Just give me five min

nflict. She was a politician, and a public, h

Five minutes. But this wi

y hands were shaking, but my reso

is way up,"