A/N: So this one is based off the movie 'Just Go With it'. It will take 7-8 parts to fully finish the story. This is part one, I hope you'll enjoy :)

Flashback, Taylor's point of view:

'It was my wedding day, the most beautiful day of my life. At least it was supposed to be the most beautiful. I was standing in front of my fiancé's changing room, only 1 hour before the ceremony.'

"Ah, I just can't stand Taylor's family. They're all so annoying. I'm just gonna lay down a law for Taylor. We're seeing her goofy family as little as possible." I overheard everything she was telling to her bridesmaids.

"Are you sure she's gonna go along with that?" asked on of her friends.

"Taylor dosen't say no to me. Believe me, I have her well-trained" they all started laughing at her statement. I started to get angry.

"So, tell us, what happened with Ashley last night?" who's Ashley?

"I told her if she wanted to stop the wedding, she had to speak now or forever hold her peace."

"And what'd she say?"

"She said she's never gonna settle down, and I should just go ahead and marry Taylor." yeah, you should. But are we gonna get married after that?

"Did she give you a wedding present?" laughed her best friend.

"I guess you could call it that." laughed along my fiancé. "It's the last time, I swear. Taylor is so sweet and considerate. And she's gonna be a cardiologist. So, I'm marrying her."

'Yikes, that hurt. That was me, 22 years old Taylor Swift, 15 years ago. Pathetic, huh? So, I'm halfway done boozing away my sorrows, when something pretty interesting happened. A gorgeous girl entered the bar, she had long, brown hair, beautiful brown eyes and she was headed to straight where I was sitting. Of course some douchebags couldn't keep their mouths shut...'

"Oh, baby, you're like a Pop Tart, hot and sweet! Oww."

"Hey, mami! You must play the trumpet or something, cause you're making me feel all horny and stuff!"

She clearly was angry. She sat down next to me, she put her purse on the table but somehow it slipped down on the floor.

"You dropped your..."

"Can I just sit for 10 seconds and not get hit on? Thank you." she cuffed.

"I was just letting you know that you dropped your purse" I got her bag up from the floor and put it on the table, in front of her and I patted it with my left hand.

"I'm so sorry, I thought..."

"That's fine, that's fine" I took a sip of my Old Fashioned.

"I'm sure you didn't meet the lady who gave you that ring in a meat market like this" so she saw the ring on my finger.

"School cafeteria."

"How long have you been married?" she asked.

'I was gonna tell her, I really was. But I didn't want her to know what a loser I was, so I stretched the truth a little.'

"Six years." I answered.

"Where's your wife tonight?" why she's asking so much?

"I stopped asking that question a long time ago."

"That's terrible."

"My wife says I work too much. Trying to provide for her, her shopping addiction, and crack." Where do all these lies come from?

"Why don't you just leave her?"

"The children. All 14 of them. I just like to adopt and I don't wanna stop doing that." Oh my god, what? Is she really gonna believe that?

"You poor girl. You wanna get outta here?" she started drawing little circles on my ring then she locked her hands with mine, got up and headed out of the bar.

'And so I discovered the power of the wedding ring. The symbol of my humiliation had become a tool to get back on the horse. I switched my specialty from cardiology to plastic surgery and the ring become my thing. Sometimes I think about throwing it into the ocean. I know how wrong it is. But I can't. It's my Precious. Besides, being fake married is the perfect way to make sure I never get my heart broken again.'

Present, Y/n point of view:

"What are these?" I had two implants in my hands as I looked straight into our Brazilian courier's eyes.

I was working in the best Private Clinic in Los Angeles as an assistant.

"Boobie bags. The women, they stick them in their flat chesties make them big." replied Simon with his not-so-great English.

"These are not the boobie bags that I ordered. What is that? It's like a syrup dispenser at an IHOP." I said as I was looking at the brown liquid inside of the implants. It supposed to be white. "I don't know what that is but come on! These" - I held up the implants - "they don't feel like these." I touched my own, real boobs.

Simon slowly tried to reach out and touch them.

"No...Seriously?"

"I just trying to learn." he blushed.

"Listen, Dr. Swift would never accept subpar boobs. Would you please just get me what I ordered and tell Omar that I would like a discount for the inconvenience?" I asked the poor guy.

"Yes ma'am."

"Thank you, Simon." and with that, he left the waiting room where all this went down.

I breathed out and took a sip of my water bottle that was lying on my table between my paperwork that I haven't done yet.

"My 4.00 here?" Taylor stepped out of her office with her glasses on. She looked serious with those on. I smiled to myself. She's anything but serious.

"Yeah. Room one, Camilla White. Don't laugh!"

We both stood in front of a middle aged woman who had one of her eyebrows on her forehead. I've never seen anything like that before. I must have had a surprised look on my face because the woman slightly chuckled at me.

"Well, I... I had a bad plastic surgery, as you can see. Should've known this doctor was a quack. His office was in, like, a warehouse."

"I see, I see. It's usually easier to do these things right the first time, but..." Taylor stopped and looked at Camilla's facial expression. To be honest, it was hard to figure out what she was thinking of. "What? You seem dubious."

"Oh, no, not at all. I mean, I hear you're the best, Dr. Swift." she complimented my boss. Great, like her ego wasn't already up in the clouds.

"I don't know about that, but I think we can figure something out here" she touched the brow. Her patient's eye started ticking. "Relax, relax. That's relaxed? Here, let me just pull it down for a second." she pulled the brow down where the other, normal one was. "And I let go. Okay, shoots right back up there" her fake eyebrow jumped back to its original place. On the forehead.

I couldn't hold it back anymore, I started laughing.

"I'm sorry. Oh, my God! It's just... That just really went right up there."

"That was high. You gotta watch that. It's gonna get caught in your hair." Taylor made a joke but it wasn't helping on me. I laughed harder.

"I don't know, maybe I should just keep it like this. It seems to make other people happy." the woman laughed along with me and Tay.

"No. But, seriously, are you available for my kid's birthday party?" I asked.

"That's to much! Let me give you a hug. That's what you need first. We'll fix this." the doctor hugged her patient and she booked her an appointment for a surgery.

"Ding-dong!" another Swift in the waiting room, great. "Austin's here." I shouted to Taylor who still was with eyebrow-woman in the examination room.

"Hey, my brother." she stepped out with Camilla on her left side.

"Oh my gosh, brows gone wild over here. I'm actually digging it. What are you doing later?" Austin flirted.

"Oh, I'm sorry, i'm kind of seeing anybody else." I chuckled at the woman's response and looked at Taylor who just rolled her eyes at her brother.

"Oh, ouch. Look, I don't know who you're seeing but whoever they are, they don't have what this guy got down there. You know what I mean?" the younger Swift wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yeah, it's a very good one. I should know, I installed it." Taylor commented, looking down at Austin's men part.

"Oh, you had a penile enlargement? People really do that? That is hilarious! laughed Ms. White and started walking out of the clinic. "See you on the 15th, Dr. Swift!" she was gone.

"Dude, why are you telling everybody about my surgery?" now it was Austin's turn to be angry at Taylor. They did that all the time. They argued about the smallest things.

"Am I hiding the secrets around here? You don't think Y/N knows about this? Y/N was in the room when I did that. She held the magnifying glass."

"I did. And the tweezer." I made a joke. "Did you get a chance to try it out yet?"

"Yeah. I've banged it up. It's got a couple dents. I'm not gonna lie. Yeah." Austin answered with a happy, yet not so honest tone in his voice.

"You did?" Taylor asked, already knowing the answer.

"Not from a human. It's got... from this doll I made."

"You're disgusting" I stated.

Taylor's point of view:

"Hey, Kim!" I walked over to my old friend, Kim Kardashian.

She was having a huge house party by the beach so it was obvious I had to join. I also brought Austin with me, he deserves a little fun for himself as well.

"Taylor! I am so happy you could be here!" she tried to smile at me which was impossible in her condition. The whole woman was plastic. Not mentioning her face, it was full of botox.

"How are you, baby?"

"Did you bring any Botox?" she ignored my question.

"I didn't bring the Botox. I brought my brother, Austin."

"Nice to meet you, Austin." Kim held her hand to my brother who looked at me confused.

"Is this a Halloween party?" he asked me, referring to Kim's face.

"Are you kidding me right now? Don't be a jerk" I whispered.

"You got a little more work done, huh?" now all my attention was on the Kardashian girl.

"Yeah, just a little bit, just a tweaking, tweaking. Maintenance, maintenance. I just wanna stay in the game, Taylor. I don't wanna hit home runs, just some singles. That's all."

"You gotta stop, though, I'm telling you. Do you have any feeling in your face?" I was genuinely worried about her, all those plastic surgeries, they are just not healthy at this point.

"Just in this one spot right here" she touched the middle of her forehead. "From the eyebrows down, dead, dead." she laughed.

"Is that a car alarm?" Austin looked at me, now more shocked than confused.

"She's laughing, she's laughing. That's how she laughs, just go with it" I patted his back.

He took a deep breath and let it out. He tried his best not to laugh in Kim's face, I could tell.

"I wanted to go to your sister, Taylor here, but she refused to do any work. She didn't wanna put her fingers in the pie." Kim took the straw -that was in her cup- into her mouth.

"It was getting dangerous. This amount... You gotta slow it down." I defended.

The liquid slowly ran out of Kim's mouth because of all the botox, she couldn't close it.

"Okay, see? That shouldn't be happening right now."

"Kim, Kim, Kim! Jake cut open his knee. It looks awful" a young, blonde haired girl ran towards us.

"What happened? Settle, settle. What do you expect me to do about it?" Kim shrugged.

"It's bleeding..."

"You know what?! I could stitch him up." I looked at the blondie who was already tearing up. "Why don't you go get me my bag?" I faced my brother.

I was in the beach house's bathroom with a boy, around 16 years. He had a deep cut on his right knee.

"So, you fell down the stairs, huh?" I pulled the ring off of my ring finger and started washing my hands under the water.

The boy nodded.

"Did you trip over something? Was there a skateboard there, or..."

"No, I was distracted by something."

"What distracted you?" I held up a small bottle of lidocaine and with the help of a needle, I got out the liquid.

"A girl."

"A girl, okay. Was it your mother?"

"No!"

"'Cause she just looks good. She's your stepmom. I can talk like that." I kneeled down in front of him. "Okay, this is lidocaine. Don't think about it." I slowly touched his wound with the tip of the needle.

"Ouch!" squealed the boy. I hit his face.

"I said, don't think about it. Think about your face' I smiled. "So, blonde, brunette, redhead?"

"Brunette, tan, tall, rocking body. Nipples." he even drooled over the thought of this woman.

"Want me to numb something else for you? You're getting a little naughty over there."

"No! No, I'm good. I'm good." he held up both of his hands. I smirked at him and continued to stitch him up.

"I'm alive! I'm alive, everybody!" Jake shut the door open and stepped out of the bathroom.

I packed up my things, I put the wedding ring into my pants' pocket and, just like the boy did, I walked out of the room.

"Good job, Doctor! That was really nice." I heard a voice behind me.

I turned around and was faced with the most beautiful human being. She had long, brown hair, brown eyes, a perfect body, a perfect face, a perfect smile and perfect teeth.

"The distraction, I'm guessing." I smiled.

"The what?" she laughed and gave me a confused look.

"The boy was distracted. That's why he fell." I explained the situation to her.

"So, I'm taking the rap for this."

"Yes. Your hotness basically pushed him down the stairs."

"Good luck proving that in court, Wisengruber." she laughed.

"Wisengruber? Is that what they're saying on Gossip Girl nowadays?" I fought back.

"I knew you two would eventually find each other! But be careful, Selena, these plastic surgeons, they really know how to operate." Kim winked at us.

"I just don't know about plastic surgery. I mean, dosen't it always look so fake?" we were walking by the pool with Selena and had the most random conversations ever.

"Depends who's doing it. I'm pretty good at it. I'm telling you. Some of my patients are here tonight."

"Oh, really?"

"Really, really. Look around, see if you can find someone decent-looking." I smirked.

"How about her?" she pointed at a Joker-looking woman.

"The lady from Saw?" I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head.

"Fine. Who did you do?" she gave up and waited for my answer.

"Okay, I hate to rat the guy out, but see that man over there?" I pointed at a boy, not so far from us.

"You mean Sexy Ass?"

"Before I met him, he was No Buns Bobby."

"Really?" I could tell she was genuinely surprised.

"His back went straight to his legs. He'd go to the bathroom, he'd slide right in the toilet. I know, I know, that's really romantic, isn't it?"

She shook her head laughing and took my hands in hers.

We decided to leave the party and went to the beach. We were walking around, found a pretty comfortable and nice spot so we decided to watch sunset there.

"So, Texas, how long have you lived here in Los Angeles?" I asked her, lying down in the sand.

"I've been here almost two years."

"That's a lot of auditioning for you."

"You think I'm an actress?" Selena laid down next to me.

"I guarantee you're an actress."

"Well, guess again, Doc. I teach sixth grade math." she turned to face me.

"They got no schools in Texas to teach at?" I repeated her action.

"My parents divorced. Had a pretty nasty one, actually, when I was in the eighth grade. And... I don't know, I got tired of picking sides, so I thought I'd make a change and, yeah, move out to LA." she seemed hurt.

"You came to the right place. No one gets divorced in LA, but let's change the topic because seemingly it makes you uncomfortable. To be honest, I've never hung out with a girl your age. This is nice."

"Oh no. You're first lie to me."

"You're good, all right." I nodded and started again. "I've never hung out with a girl your age and connected the way we are right now. Actually, I've never connected with, I don't think any girl at any age."

"See? I can tell when you're lying and when you're telling the truth" she put her hand on my cheek and gently caressed it.

"Yeah. The second thing I said was the truth."

"I know" she whispered against my lips and kissed me.

The kiss started to get more and more passionate and we spent the night on the beach.

"Oh, my god. That was the greatest night of my life." I opened my eyes as I felt the burning sun on my skin.

"Yeah. This feels like it could be, I don't know, a real thing."

"It's a thing all right, Selena." I locked our hands together.

"Well, I have to get to work, but how about I take your number and then you can take me out on a proper date next time?" she winked.

"I got a business card in my pants' pocket if you wanna get that. You better call. You better not just leave me hanging. I'd get it for you myself, but I don't want you to see me naked in the daylight. It could be a deal breaker."

She didn't reply. She didn't say anything. She just looked at me, angry written all over her face. She threw my pants down in the sand and held up my ring. I knew I fucked up.

"What's this?"

"A circle?" really, Taylor?! That's the best you could come up with?!

"A wedding ring? You're married?" she was mad.

"No, no, no, no, no I'm not, I'm not married. That is a... That is... That's not mine." another good one, Doctor Swift.

"Whose wedding ring is in your pants, Taylor?"

"All right, listen, just give me a minute to explain this." I got up but held my T shirt around me from hips down. "Actually, it's gonna take more than a minute."

"I am such an idiot! Don't call me!" she threw the ring at me and started walking away from me.

I sighed.

"I told you this whole fake marriage thing was gonna come and bite you in the ass. Why don't you just tell her the truth?" Y/N put on her white coat.

It was around 9 am, half an hour before the clinic's opening. I told her everything about last night and waited for her to give me an advice or tell me what to do to have Selena's trust again. Y/N was smarter when it came to 'life stuff'.

"You think I can tell her the truth? Let me practice. You be her right now." I stood in front of her.

"Oh, good. Okay, hold on." she started throwing her hair from one side to another and made annoying sounds, giggles.

"Okay. She's not like that, but anyways. I wear this fake wedding ring sometimes..."

"You're a pig. Sorry. You're a pig." my assistant laughed as I tried to reach my couch in the room, so I could finally sit down and be comfortable. "What's wrong? You're walking really weird."

"My back. I slept on the beach last night, i told you" I slowly sat down. "God Almighty" I breathed out.

"When are you gonna strengthen your spine? Seriously. You gotta work out more than once a year."

"I can't, I don't have time to work out."

"You do. You can't say that, Taylor. My mother always said Cary Grant never went to the gym. Only took the stairs, every day, never an elevator."

When I was about to reply, Y/N's kids entered the room followed by their babysitter, Camila Cabello.

"Mom, give me some money" Mikey, Y/N's 7 year old boy stated.

"Hi, how are you? Nice to see you, kids. Please be polite and say hello to Dr. Swift."

"'Ello, Dr. Taylor. 'Ow is you today?" Y/N's oldest, Maggie asked with a strange accent.

"Is that my associate, Dr. Doolittle? Why is she talking like that?" I laughed and looked at Y/N.

"She's been working on some accents."

"I am takin' an acting class this summer, I is. Gonna be the next Miley Cyrus, I am." continued the 11 year old girl.

"How about you, young man? Do you like Hannah Montana?" I looked over at Mikey

"No. I like Californication."

"When did you ever watch Californication?" my assistant asked furiously.

"Camila lets us watch showtime when she calls her girlfriend, Lauren." Maggie shrugged.

"You run a tight ship at home, huh?" I chuckled. Y/N just rolled her eyes at me.

"Dr. Taylor, will you take me to Hawaii so I can swim with dolphins?" Mikey sat down next to me on the couch. It's a weird thing to ask, isn't it?

"Take you to Hawaii? No."

"I saw a show on the Discover Channel. They say in Hawaii they have dolphins that you can swim with if you pay money."

"Okay." I nodded my head "yes".

"But I don't have any money. And my mom says you're rich."

"Michael!" Y/N raised her voice.

"No, it's fine. Maybe you should make your own money. A paper route or something like that? Because rich people don't give other people trips. That's why they remain rich. You understand?"

"But my mom says you do charity for kids all the time."

"I do charity work like I fix a cleft lip or a child's deformity. I don't take them to Hawaii. I could get arrested for that."

"What if I was deformed? Then, would you take me to Hawaii?" he asked again.

"If you were deformed, I'd bring you to Hawaii, but I'd leave you there, because I wouldn't want to look at you."

"Okay, here's the money, I want change. And I wanna hear back that you actually ate the food that I am paying for." Y/N had enough of our conversation with Mikey, so she held out 20$ to her daughter to take.

"Mom, before we go, can I make a Karlie?" the little boy asked. A what?

"Sure! Down the hall. Will you please go with him? We open in five minutes and I am not having him sit there forever."

"Bloody hell right, I will, Mumsy!" Maggie said and followed her brother down the hall to the toilet.

"All right, Winston Churchill" I commented.

When the kids were nowhere to be seen, I turned my attention to Y/N.

"He said, 'I gotta make a Karlie' What does that mean?" I got up from the couch and walked to the receptionist's desk where she was standing

"Ohh, it's just a friend of mine who was in my sorority in collage named Karlie Kloss and... Well, I wouldn't say friend. I'd say more my nemesis."

"Oh, so she was a frenemy?"

"Yes. You'd probably like her. She's really, really fake. Always had to have the coolest clothes and the hottest boys and girls, you know..." Y/N looked pretty irritated by this Karlie girl.

"She bothers you" I smiled.

"A lot. So, one night, I was just having a glass of wine..."

"A bottle" I know her all too well.

"A bottle... and I just got so tired of the kids saying things like, 'I gotta take a crap. I gotta take a dump.' So, I told them that it was called 'making a Karlie,' and they liked it. It stuck."

"I always call it making a black pickle."

"Making a what?" Y/N looked at me surprised.

"I don't say that."

"Out loud?" she questioned with furrowed eyebrows.

"To others. But what are we gonna do with my love life, though?"

"Oh, Taylor, I would feel terrible for you if I had any, even the slightest, investment in you successfully banging 22-year-olds."

"Holy Karlie, you're not listening to me. This is like not some bullKarlie fling. I mean, I'm serious. This is the real Karlie. I could, I swear to God, I could see myself ending up with this girl."

"Wow, you're right, you can't tell her the truth. You know what? You don't wanna get serious, because when you get serious, that leads to marriage, and then marriage leads to divorce, and divorce is just... I mean, look at these poor kids. Their mom was supposed to pick them up today" Y/N sighed.

"She was a no-show?" I hated Y/N's ex-wife with all my heart. She had the perfect family, a beautiful, smart, confident wife and two amazing children, she messed up and she has the guts to act like that. Unbelievable.

"Again. But you know what? At least I got my head together and I divorced her" and when she said that out loud, she looked at me and a proud smile appeared on her face. "I have an amazing idea."

I was walking down the hallway in one of the best elementary schools in Los Angeles with a huge bouquet of flowers in my hand. Selena mentioned me at the beach that she got a job here not so long ago.

And there she was, walking towards me with a little girl who seemed to have a problem with her math homework.

"You go ahead without me. I'll be there in a minute and help you" the brunette smiled at the girl when she noticed me, sent her into a classroom and started walking the opposite direction, far away from me.

"Oh, no, no. Selena, Selena, Selena" I ran after her, caught her hand and turned her around.

"I told you I didn't want to see you."

"I just want to explain something to you."

The kids started to form a circle around us.

"Let me explain something to you" she grabbed the flowers and threw them out in the nearest trash can. "I do not date married women. My father cheated on my mom when I was young. I am not going to be the other woman!"

"Adulterer! Fornicator!" a boy, around 8 years pointed at me with his fingers and shouted.

"Take it easy, Damien, alright?"

"Okay, his name is Silas and leave him out of this" Selena took my hand and pulled me in an empty classroom and closed the door behind us.

"Listen, I am married. But it is a horrible marriage. She dosen't even talk to me anymore" I started but she didn't let me finish.

"Taylor, that's what all married people say. If it's so bad, why don't you get divorced?"

"I am."

"You are?"

"Yes! It's over." I raised my voice as I tried to explain the situation to her.

"Oh, my God, I can't believe this. I destroyed a marriage. I really feel like I'm gonna be sick, I can't..." she started pacing back and forth.

"No, no, it wasn't because of you! I filed a long, long time ago. We're gonna sign the papers in a couple of days and she's dead to me" I took both of her hands in mine.

"What's her name?"

"Mrs. Swift."

"Are you serious right now?" she asked, starting to get upset again.

"Oh, you mean her first name? Her first name is... Karlie."

"Her name is Karlie?" she asked back.

"Isn't that a shitty name? But Karlie and I are splitting up, fortunately, because I caught her cheating on me with a man. I didn't catch her. The television show Cheaters caught her and the guy. And I told them not to air it, though, because it's too painful. They actually burned the tape so you can't see it. But I would love you to, I swear!" I rattled.

"There's another man?"

"There's another man, yes. Patrick." Who's Patrick?

"Patrick?"

"Patrick Schwarzenegger. Yeah."

"Like, the actor?" She questioned every single thing I said to her.

"No, no, a different Patrick Schwarzenegger. Apparently, if you bring that one up, this one gets really angry, so don't." I pointed out.

"Taylor, people always say they are gonna leave their marriage but they never actually do."

"I'm telling you, she's happy with this Patrick guy, good for her. Now I wanna be happy and the only way I can be happy is if I'm with you! I just wanna be able to be with you and not be called a "fornicater" or an "adulterer" or whatever that Children of the Corn kid was calling me." I ranted and looked deep in Selena's brown orbs.

"Okay. I just need to hear it from her."

"How about if she texts you, would that be good?" Please say it'll be good.

"I need to meet her."

I didn't know how to react at first, I was so stunned. But then, an idea suddenly came to my mind.

"Let's do it. You're gonna meet her" I smiled.

Your point of view:

"You want me to be your wife?" I asked Taylor while we were walking around in the mall.

When I told her to tell Selena she's getting a divorce, I wasn't expected anything like that. Me, faking her soon-to-be ex-wife was something out of my league.

"Uhum" she nodded.

"And you couldn't think of another name, other than Karlie?"

"I practically took a Karlie in my pants when she asked me" I started chuckling a little. I found it slightly amusing that she liked calling a dump Karlie. "I got panicked. I get nervous around this girl" she continued. She really thinks that it's enough to convince me?

"You got panicked? You, who invents a fake wife every Friday night?"

"Yeah. Dosen't that say something about what I feel about this girl?"

"Have you ever thought about the time that she's actually gonna walk into your office and sees that I'm your assistant/receptionist?" I stopped and turned to face Taylor.

"So easy. I'm a plastic surgeon, you will never look like you again. Snip, snap. Chip, chap." she formed a scissor with her hands and started imitating a plastic surgery in the air.

"What are you talking about? You're such a dork" I giggled.

"I'm kidding. I'll get you a fake mustache."

"Oh, my God, you've really, really not thought this through" I shook my head. I can't believe her. What the hell is she thinking?

"Will you please just look at some clothes?" she pleaded.

"I have clothes, by the way. I do not need to do any of this. I'm fine" I sighed. I really don't wanna be here right now.

"Yes. You have the best clothes that Old Navy sells. I'm just saying you gotta look like a plastic surgeon's wife. I want to creat the illusion I had a hot first wife, not this" she pointed at me.

She really crossed a line with this statement but two can play this game.

"You're so... You know what?! Okay, come on, let's go, you asked for it. I'm ready."

Moments later we were at one of America's most expensive stores, trying shoes on. Taylor was sitting on the couch watching me as I tried to stand up from a chair with a high heels on my feet.

"Wow, these are... oh, geez" I almost tripped as I successfully left my earlier position. "It's just been a while since I've been in heels, sorry" I walked to the mirror.

I really don't remember the last time I had heels. It was probably before Maggie was born. After the kids, I really haven't got time for myself (not that I'm regretting anything).

"Oh, my God! These are gorgeous! How much are these?" I asked Jamie, our hostess.

"1,700$"

"1,700? What, do you come with them? My parents' house costs 1,700$. No, no, no. What, did Mick Jagger sign those? Why $1,700, they made outta panda?" joined Taylor to our conversation.

"Yeah, you know what? We won't really be needing them anyway. I'm actually starting to feel not so hot. Is it warm in here?" I started fanning myself with my hands. "Woah. I'm not sure I'll be able to make this evening" I smirked at Taylor.

"Very good. Okay, you know what? We'll take them. It's your Christmas bonus" she got her wallet out of her purse.

"Oh, really? Okay, then I would like them in blue, too. In case a heel breaks or I just want to cuddle" I turned to face Taylor and smiled innocently.

"You sicken me" she walked next to me, leaned closer and whispered to my ear.

"Yes, well that's why we're getting divorced" I looked into her beautiful, ocean blue eyes. They were mesmerizing.

"We're getting a divorce because you're greedy, schemy and selfish" she bit back, a little louder than before, for the hostess to hear it perfectly clear.

"Actually, I think you need to get the matching bag, too" she said furiously.

"Yeah, I think I should. Thank you, Jamie. I agree."

"All the girls are sticking together. Isn't that sweet? She's on your side, what a shock" Taylor rolled her eyes at us and pulled her credit card out of the wallet.

"You asked for this" I shrugged my shoulders and turned around to get the shoes off.

"You asked for this" she pushed me from behind, I lost my balance and fell on the ground, face downwards.

We spent the whole afternoon shopping, I'm not complaining, Taylor bought everything I've laid my eyes on and looked perfect for a 'plastic surgeon's ex-wife'. Our last destination was one of the bests hair salons in the city.

'So this is how it feels to be a rich plastic surgeon (or her wife). I could get used to it.' I playfully rolled my eyes at the thought.

"No. No. Hell no!"

"What do you mean, no? No what?" I asked Javier, the hairdresser.

"No hope. There's only one word for it."

"What is it?" asked Taylor from the back, clearly just to annoy me.

"Neglect. This is the one word for the whole thing. Are you the wife?" asked Javier.

"I'm the soon to be ex-wife" Taylor corrected him.

"We're getting a divorce" I added.

"Well, you know she's not divorcing you. She's divorcing your hair. It's so messed up, I don't even... Let me count the ways. It's dull, it's dead, it's flat."

"Don't forget smelly" Taylor laughed.

"Your bad, poor girl. Come on, give me a high five" Javier laughed along and high fived Taylor.

"You guys, come on, seriously. Javier, can you just, please, do something, so we can be home and I can get out of here?" I whined like a kid. I really wasn't in the mood for this at the moment.

"Hurricane Katrina could do something. I'm gonna do something transcendent. Katya! Yuri, Mrs. Hwiggins! We going in deep, y'all" he shouted and three other hairdressers showed up in the room we were at.

Oh boy, it's gonna be a long, long afternoon and an even longer evening with Taylor and this Selena chick.