Once again, she stood under a canopy in April 2003, but this time she was standing next to Amir, my previous husband. In my previous life, Amir was the one that was anxious to get married. His parents were traditional people, and it had bothered them that he was living in sin with me. This time, he had no trouble convincing the bride to settle down. Daria was glad of any opportunity that allowed her to be the center of attention. In the past, I had downplayed the modest diamond ring Amir had given me. Unlike me, Daria made sure that everyone admired the impressive diamond ring Amir gave her. Although I wasn’t a fan of diamonds and jewelry, I couldn’t help but be secretly angry at Amir for investing much less in me and our previous existence together. A year later, exactly one week before the original wedding date Amir and I had chosen, Inbal and Asi also got married. I couldn’t help but love this couple. Asi, in my previous life, had always looked nervous and obsessed with pleasing Daria and her endless whining and requests. Inbal was a much more relaxed and pleasant woman than Daria and, with her, he blossomed. When he was with Daria, Asi could barely squeeze a sentence in, and if he did, then he was interrupted because Daria always made a point of finishing his sentences and speaking for him. Now that Asi was married to Inbal, I got to know him a little better and found out that, apart from being a great trader, he was, just like Inbal, a bookworm and loved to travel.
