Do-Over with my Ex

Do-Over with my Ex An Enemies to Lovers Second Chance Romance Josie Hart Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Josie Hart. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organization and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Contents 1. CELINE 2. LORENZO 3. CELINE 4. LORENZO 5. CELINE 6. LORENZO 7. CELINE 8. LORENZO 9. CELINE 10. LORENZO 11. CELINE 12. LORENZO 13. CELINE 14. LORENZO 15. CELINE 16. LORENZO 17. CELINE 18. LORENZO 19. CELINE 20. LORENZO 21. CELINE 22. LORENZO 23. CELINE 24. LORENZO 25. CELINE 26. LORENZO 27. CELINE 28. LORENZO 29. CELINE 30. LORENZO 31. CELINE EPILOGUE - CELINE Baby for my Brother's Best Friend Sneak Peek ALLY LEVI 1 CELINE The flight was delayed, and I was late. I hated being late. It wasn’t good form… and it wasn’t my fault. In any other situation it would have been fine, except that I’d arranged to go straight from the airport to the wedding. I’d had to fly commercial because Daddy hadn’t wanted me to use the private jet. Whatever. Luckily they allowed first class to disembark first, so I didn’t have to wait for the commoners to make their way out first. I hurried to the baggage conveyor belt, found my suitcase, and made a run for it to the terminal. “Out of the way, out of the way,” I muttered. When a woman with two toddlers wouldn’t move, I had to hurry around them. Women with toddlers had a lot on their plate, I got it. The black limo that was organized was waiting outside for me; the driver stood next to it with his hands folded in front of him. “There you are,” I said. “Can I load your bags, miss?” “Yeah, but wait.” I kneeled and unzipped the bag, throwing back the lid. I yanked out the sequined gold dress I’d planned to wear, strappy heels, and my jewelry pouch. The driver raised his eyebrows. “Zip this up and get it in the trunk, and don’t look when you get in the car,” I said. The driver nodded and did as I asked while I got into the leather seats of the car. Thank God for Noah sending a limo and not just one of his fancy Mercs—I had more than enough space to get dressed in here. I pulled my top over my head, kicked off my jeans, and wriggled into the gold dress. This wasn’t how I’d wanted to get ready for the wedding, but don’t let it be said that I didn’t make shit happen in a pinch. The driver got behind the wheel, and I wound down the window between us. “You know where the hotel is, right?” “Of course, ma’am.” “Good man.” At least this one was on the ball. I wasn’t going to be able to fire him halfway if he wasn’t. The limo pulled into LA traffic, and the sun beat down from above. I put diamond earrings into my ears, leaning toward the window to look out. It was a bright sunshine day—I hadn’t seen one of these in months. Seattle had been drenched in rain for as long as I could remember. I grinned. The dress had been the perfect choice. I put on makeup while the limo slid through the streets of LA, heading toward the Emerald Court Hotel. When the limo stopped in front of the hotel, it was at the same time as another limo pulled up. I got out of the limo at the same time as the bride got out of hers. “Oh,” I said. “Uh… hi.” Two bridesmaids I didn’t know climbed out of the limo and fussed with the bride’s dress before they climbed out. “Oh, thank God,” I breathed. “Celine?” Ava asked, hurrying to me. “You made it.” “Finally,” I said. “Am I too late?” Ava laughed. “Far too late. You should go on in before we do.” “Right,” I said and gave my sister-in-law a quick hug. “I’ll see you in there.” I turned to the driver. “If you take my luggage to reception, they’ll take care of it for Celine Forger.” “Very good, ma’am,” the driver said, and I hurried into the hotel. It was a fancy hotel, with a large chandelier in the lobby and marble floors. I hurried to the closed doors with the sign that read “chapel,” and I pushed the door open. Music started playing, and everyone stood, turning to face me. “Oh,” I said. They’d expected the bride. “False alarm.” Noah glared at me from next to the groom. I hurried down the aisle until I found an open seat and sat down. “Sorry,” I said to the couple next to me. When I glanced to the side, my eyes fell on a familiar face, and I stilled. Was that… Lorenzo? I tried to catch a glimpse of who he was here with, but she was hidden behind his tall frame. It didn’t matter, anyway. The doors opened again, music played again, and everyone stood. This time, the bridesmaids walked in as expected. The first two came in, and then Ava followed. They all wore peach dresses, and they had small bouquets of white roses. My brother winked at his wife, and she blushed—they had such a sweet relationship. I wouldn’t ever find what they had. Usually, I was at peace with that fact, but this was a wedding and damned if weddings didn’t make me a little sentimental. It was very out of character for me, but it wasn’t every day that a pretty girl walked down the aisle in a white dress to the man that would be her forever. The