Set up: 
Micki's car windows have been shot out and she is in a panic. She drives away while calling her ex boyfriend, a cop. When a woman answers she is stunned. He has taken the phone and asks what she wants.

Excerpt:Her stomach clenched at the sound of his deep voice. She closed her eyes, wishing she hadn’t called. Some things never change. “I’m sorry to bother you, Oz. I don’t want to make things difficult.”

He snorted indelicately. “Too late for that.”

     The crystal and pearl encrusted bodice of her white satin Vera Wang gown struggled to contain her proud bosom. The white illusion veil floated behind her like a ten foot vapor trail as she stomped angrily across the manicured grass while simultaneously demonstrating her impressive knowledge of profanities.

     Train wreck! This is going to be a train wreck. Micki envisioned her carefully choreographed event dissolving before her eyes. A state of paralysis crept over her but she shook it off, sucked in a deep breath and plastered a determinedly cheery smile in place.