George
My eyes are wide as I look at the woman who spoke. It feels like the hospital all over again, because how is this Ella, my ex-wife?
When she'd been there at the hospital, coming out of the OR after performing a surgery of all things, I found out she's not just a practicing doctor but a surgeon.
At the hospital, confronting me, she looked confident and composed, as if nothing could affect her, proud in the way someone could only be when they knew they were good at what they did.
She has that same look now. She is still confident, but now it isn't because of her work or her degrees. She stands in the banquet hall as the center of attention effortlessly, dressed to the nines, gems glittering around her throat and highlighting the bright color of her eyes.
She looks gorgeous; she also looks angry and it takes a moment for me to register her words.