My daily morning wake up routine.

Turn my alarm off, hop into a hot shower, wash myself and hair if needed in the shower, dry myself, wash my face with my Arbonne FC5 facial range, brush my teeth, get dressed into something suitable for the day and have a cup of tea.

Except for today, today was different.

I didn't want to get out of bed. I didn't want to move or budge out. I wanted to stay under my covers and settle into my new place.

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Last night I finished packing the last of my boxes at Edwards's apartment; without a single word, no eye contact, no touch, I avoided him. I picked up my last box and my handbag, headed out of the bedroom, placed my key onto the kitchen bench and walked out of the apartment. I didn't even say a goodbye to him. I just walked out.

I plopped my last box into the front seat of my car; my Volkswagen Golf, latest model from this year (2014). I placed the keys in the engine and started her up. Edward came rushing in front of my car and I didn't want to look. He moved around to the driver's side and knocked on my window.

"Please Isla, I'm sorry..." He was sincere.

"I don't care Edward; you cheated on me with my BEST friend!" I gripped my stirring wheel tight, took my foot off the brake pedal and pressed down the accelerator.

I sped away with tears rolling down my cheeks.

I shortly arrive at the back gate to my townhouse in Toorak, moved my pass over the back gate and it opened. Grand Iron Gate moved to his side, I drove down the newly built drive away, passed its greener than green grass and bloomed garden to my garage. It opened with a press of a button, I drove in and parked. I took boxes inside the house and placed them on the kitchen bench. I took a deep breath in and out and wished Jonathon was here right now.

~~**~~

Its Friday today; I have a small happy dance under my doona covers.

The sun poured through the curtains and I groaned out. Back to the reality of where I must work for a living.

I hoped out of bed slowly, slump my way over to my curtains and open them up. The sun shines bright; I cover my eyes. I look down at my courtyard; mental note it needs work!

I slowly walk to my wardrobe, turn the light on and behold my amazing wardrobe to which I love. I run my hands through the clothes and finally decide on a simple black dress, black Topshop ankle boots and my latest online buy from etsy; vintage Yes Saint Laurent satchel.

I placed them onto my bed, grabbed a towel, had a quick shower and finally got ready for work. My long blonde hair, which comes down past my breast starts to annoy me; so I put it up into a high pony tail.

I picked up my phone, iPad, lipstick, hand cream and watch and ran downstairs to find my kettle. I hadn't completely unpacked everything, more my wardrobe and my bedroom. After 5 minutes of searching I found it and screamed in success, turned on the tape, poured water in and plugged my little baby up.

I looked at my watch while placing it on. 8.40am.

'Shit' I say to myself, I am late.

I grab the kettle, pour into a cup and run to my car; start her up and get caught in traffic. Just my luck.

~~**~~

"You're late!" Phillip greets me at the reception as I walk through the door. I ignore him and walk to Anna at the reception.

"Any mail or parcels or notes for me today Anna?" I ask her.

"Oh yes Miss Collins!" She turns her head and bends down. I see Phillip stare at her ass as she bends down.

"Please Anna, you can call me Isla!" I inform her, "No need to be formal."

"Sorry Miss...- Sorry Isla!" She smiles, returns to me and hands me my things.

"Thanks Anna!" I reply back, taking the mail and parcels with me.

Phillip followed behind. I ignore him following me and I scan through my mail quickly.

Bill, bill, letter from mum, more bills...

I paused and almost dropped everything. To which I did and I walked into my office, shut the door behind me and locked it.

I took a deep breath and slowly opened up the letter.

"Isla..." Phillip knocks on my door.

I ignore him again and open up the letter.

I read it and start to sob, tears roll down my cheeks and onto the letter itself. I dare not to move from my position. I looked at the top of the letter to see when she wrote it. 2 days before she was killed. The day I caught Edward and Olivia in my bed.

Isla,

My dear sweet Isla,

You will be shortly married and you're father and I are so proud.

I would never have thought I'd see the day that my only daughter would walk down the aisle.

I see the way you look at Edward and how you feel about him.

But always remember, if your marriage fails,

Your father and I are always here for you.

I shouldn't tell you this, but as your mother I shall.

I have never once liked Edward and you dating.

But of course you don't need my approval, so I come bearing a gift for you.

Inside the box...

Box...?

What bloody box!?

I scrambling and crawl on all floors in my office but see no box. Tears still run down my face and I realise I left them in the hallway. I reach up and unlock the door, grab the handle and crawl out my door. Only a few metres away my things are on the floor. I quickly collect them before anyone notices.

I crawl back to my office.

"ISLA!" I hear a British voice call my name. I quickly close my door and lock it again. I hear a thud on the other side and then someone knocking.

Inside the box is something special from me to you,

I hope you wear this as it will mean the world to me.

Enjoy your very special day.

Love always,

Mummy dearest.

I let more tears out and finally reach for a package. I find the one that has the same date at the letter and scramble to open it.

I rip away the sticky tape; open the lid to find another box inside surrounded by loads of foam balls. I quickly remove the box and take the lip of that one. Folded tissue paper is on top and I carefully pull it to its sides, remove that and underneath...

I picked it up and took it out of its box.

A dress... But not just any dress, it's my mother's wedding dress. I hold back the tears and study my mother's dress.

Lace top, capped sleeves, draws in at the waist with a tulle bottom half. It stops at just below my knees. I place it against myself and look in the only mirror in my office. I look at myself and slowly start to cry.

The lock, unlocks its self. The door opens up and Jonathon pops his head through the door.

"Isla, are y-" Jonathon says and then realises that I am standing in my office, with my almost wedding dress crying my eyes out.

Jonathon rushes to my side and I just crumble into him. I let the dress go and wrap my arms around Jonathon's chest.

"Isla, what's wrong?" Jonathon whispers into my ear.

"My-my-my mum..." I stutter and can't finish everything. I quickly move and pick up the letter, hand to Jonathon for him to read. He moves back to me, puts an arm around me and reads the letter to himself. I close my eyes and sink my head into his chest.

"Oh Isla..." Jonathon finally says something to break the silence. "Are you ok?"

"No..." I let out softly. "Well I actually don't know if I am ok or not..."

I'm being truthfully honest here; I don't know if I am ok or not.

The door flings open again.

"Isla, I need that paperwork about the deal from Topshop!" Phillip Perkins arrived in my office and demanded.

Jonathon starts to say something but I cut him off.

"Yeah, hold on!" I wipe away my tears and walk over to a filling cabinet. I open a draw and look under T for Topshop. "Here!" I shove it into Phillips arms and sulk back to my desk.

"Well you don't have to be so rude about it!" He started to rub his chest, "And ow, that hurt!"

"Good!" I smile back at him. My eyes are puffy and sore and I don't dare to make eye contact with him. Phillip starts to move over to me but Jonathon stops him and whispers something in his ear. He nods and then storms out of my office.

"You know I can fight my own battles!"

"I know you can, but I don't need you two constantly at each other's throats!" Jonathon walks over and picks the dress up off the ground. "Wow, Isla, this is beautiful!"

"I know... And I won't be able to wear it!" My bottom lips begins to wobble a little more but I hold it in. "I need a new start to life, one without Edward and Olivia!"

"What?!" Jonathon looks confused. "What brought this on?"

"The fact that everything I wear was only for Edwards eyes. I am single now and I need to change it up."

"What are you planning?" Jonathon gives me a cheeky smiling knowing exactly what I am planning.

"It's a surprise for Monday morning!" I let out and start to smile.

"I can't remember the last time you smiled like that before Isla..." Jonathon walks over and hugs me tight.

I hug back and smile at him.

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