Author's Notes: And now, to spice things up…

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. DOH. The OCs and plot are though.

Four Weddings and a Divorce

Chapter 3:

"WHAT??!"

"I said you shall be taking on Mrs. Winner's case. Or rather, Miss Catalonia, as she prefers to be called." Anton McVaughn declared in a no nonsense tone.

Gerard Thompson scratched his dark hair and suppressed a very unprofessional groan. "Is that the multibillionaire European princess who wants to divorce the multibillionaire Arabian prince because he won't make her his only wife??!"

"It is." Anton wheezed, nodding his ancient head.

"You can't be serious!!!"

"I am very serious, Mister Thompson."

Gerard stuttered. "B-bu-but, why—"

"We don't get along very well," Anton said bluntly. "She is too demanding, too persistent and too impatient. She needs someone with more… energy."

You mean someone who isn't a sour-faced, lazy fossil like you… Gerard's dark eyebrows drew into a frown, his stormy blue eyes grew dark. "Why me?"

"Why not a promising young lawyer with a grand slam record?" Anton said. "The money is more than worth it…"

"Is she that loaded?"

"If you are referring to her plentiful funds then I must say she is. And her pre-nuptial agreement with the Arabian promises much more."

"I'm not too sure about this…" Gerard shook his head.

"It does not matter, Mister Thompson. The firm gave you this job. You do not have a choice." With those words, Anton hobbled out of Gerard Thompson's office.

"Why me??" Gerard repeated.

Humph, figures… Gerard scowled. Two old grouches can't get along…

I am so sure of what this Mrs. Winner—or rather, Miss Catalonia is. An ancient, wrinkly prune that has lost all her beauty despite all the money she spends on "beautifying" herself. She probably can't stand how her husband is replacing her with a bunch of young, fertile, beautiful women. And how they bear more children for Winner and cut the precious share of her own children. An insecure old witch.

The door of his office suddenly swung open and banged against the wall. How rude!! Who is this arrogant person who didn't even knock—

The thought was left hanging.

A beautiful woman glided in. Snow Queen… Gerard stared at her, mesmerized. Fine, silken strands of white gold fell about her shoulders and down her back in a shiny waterfall. She fixed him a look and he felt shocked; like he was thrown in a frozen lake. Drowning. Such an icy blue, so deep… it didn't help that a pair of most distinctive blond eyebrows arched from above those marvelous eyes. Her skin—pure white snow. Beautiful. Gerard swallowed a lump in his throat.

"I am Dorothy Catalonia." The lovely creature uttered.

What??! "D-d-dorothy Winner??!" Gerard sputtered, feeling more than a little surprised. This??! The woman whose husband had the nerve to take multiple wives??!

She looked a little offended. "I would prefer being called Dorothy Catalonia."

"Oh, of course… I apologize, Miss Catalonia." Gerard said sincerely.

Dorothy acknowledged his apology with a nod. "I am looking for Mister Gerard Thompson."

"That would be me, Miss Catalonia." Gerard said, starting to get over his initial shock.

Dorothy smiled, turning on the charm she had learned to use as head of the Romefeller and wife of the Winner heir. "I am looking forward to working with you, Mister Thompson. I do hope you prove to be capable than Mister Vaughn." She extended a pale hand at Gerard.

Frank and unpretentious. Gerard appreciated that in people. He clasped her hand and gave it a professional shake, although his touch lingered a little longer than necessary. "I will not disappoint you, Miss Catalonia."

"Now, that we are acquainted, I wish to make a request."

"What is it?"

"Please bombard Mister Winner with copies of the divorce papers. I am hoping that he will soon get around to signing them."

"As you wish, Miss Catalonia." Gerard gave a little chuckle. "Although, I can see why he's in no hurry to sign them. It must be very hard for a man to have to let you go, Miss Catalonia." As soon as he said those words he regretted them. Good work, Gerard, you and your big mouth. He hoped she wouldn't think he was a flirt and a flatterer.

Dorothy smiled and Gerard relaxed. "Why, that must be a compliment! Thank you. Well, if you will excuse me Mister Thompson, I must be off for now."

"Until next time, Miss Catalonia." He opened the door for her.

"Until next time." Dorothy said.

Gerard smiled to himself as he closed the door. Well, Miss Catalonia was nothing like he expected. He expected an evil old witch and he got a charming beautiful princess instead. She was certainly not the type who would let a man take her for granted. As no man should. No wonder Mister Winner wouldn't sign those divorce papers… I understand now, upon seeing the wife in question. I'll make sure he signs them and soon…

"A stroke of luck, finally," Gerard said aloud to himself. "I get to work in close proximity with Miss Catalonia and I have a chance to impress her by putting down a successful divorce. In between that, I just might have the chance to woo her…"

Indeed, he was lucky.

Author's Notes: Whoo-hoo-hoo!!! I love this!! Dorothy is usually the one that ends up rolling in jealousy and pain in 4D fanfics, I think it's about time she gets some fun too…