A Little Thing Like That
Midway through the banquet, the clasp on Carrie Ellison's bra suddenly snapped open.
I was just about to take her to the dressing room when she turned around, letting her childhood sweetheart, Gabe Allen, slip his hand inside her dress and fasten it for her.
I frowned.
Carrie rolled her eyes, completely unconcerned. "Why are you getting jealous over nothing? Back then, Gabe even used his teeth to undo my bra clasp. What's the big deal about him fastening it now?"
That very day, news of the "perfect childhood sweethearts" shot to the top of the trending charts.
After the banquet, Carrie didn't receive my apology. Instead, she received my resignation letter.
In front of everyone, she splashed champagne in my face. "It's just fastening a clasp! Do you really have to nitpick and make me look bad?"
I said nothing. I simply placed the divorce agreement I had just drafted in front of her.