Maria POV:
I sneezed and woke up, rubbing my nose. Who is having mischievous thoughts about me? I look at the time and saw it was nine PM and I was wondering how I slept so comfortably like this. I looked around and my bags were already beside me - this maid is capable. Let me go have a breakfast, but first let me take a nice shower.
I stood up, went to the bedroom, did everything a woman should do and made myself tidy. I went downstairs and saw that everywhere was empty. I know that he has gone. Hm, do you think I will perform my wife duty?. I thought proudly.
I went to the kitchen and told the maids
"please prepare me something to eat." I was eating happily, knowing that I have nowhere to go and my friend is busy, so I just went to the sitting room, turned on the TV and watched movies. I was enjoying myself but I suddenly got bored. I turned off the TV and went up to my room to sleep.
I was enjoying my sleep when at noon my phone suddenly rang and I looked to see who was calling - it was my mom. Oh, what does she want again? I picked up the phone and she started saying, blasting me... Oh my head!
She was saying that "hey, I want you to accompany my husband for a dinner party. "
"What?, Which husband?"
" Don't joke with me, you know who you got married to and whose house you are in" .
" Mom"
" just do what I said? or I'm gonna drag you out myself.
" Oh mom, why?, did he tell you that? "
" No, we just suggest that now."
Your car will come and pick you up by eight PM, make sure you are ready. If not, if you disgrace me... hm, I will disgrace you also"
and my body shiver because I know what my mom can do after she gets angry.
"I was angry. What have I done to this mom? What have I done in my past life to deserve this kind of mom? Oh my, I have to do what she says before she does what she wants to do. I can't disgrace myself, a pretty designer like me. I said and then prepared what I should prepare because I'm gonna wear a mask because I don't like popularity. Yes, I think that's what I'm going to do and then let me have a short nap and turn on the alarm in case I overslept. I was tapped by a maid and stood up, asking,
"What is it?" She told me it was time to get prepared. "Prepared for what?" I asked.
"A dress has been delivered. You'll be wearing it," she said.
When I saw the dress, I was impressed. Maybe going to the party wouldn't be so bad after all. As a jewelry designer, I'd need inspiration.
I got up, took a shower, and came out wrapped in a towel. The maids began their duties. After they were done, they brought out the dress... and woah. It was really nice and fitted me perfectly.
They led me to the makeup table. When the makeup artist showed up, I was surprised. My "husband" is really influential – she's one of the popular makeup artists in the industry.
They greeted each other, and I told her I needed makeup to conceal my face so I wouldn't be recognized on a normal day. She said she'd do that; it was part of her job.
I almost dozed off because it was taking long, but she tapped me awake. She showed me the mirror, and I was wow. There was a difference – I looked gorgeous.
I thanked her and asked about payment, but she said my husband had already taken care of it.
After she left, a maid approached me and said the car was waiting downstairs. I grabbed my purse and phone and headed down. The driver opened the door, and I sat down... and discovered I wasn't alone. My so-called husband was there, looking handsome in his black tuxedo.
I sat by the window, ignoring him. I could feel his eyes on me, but... I know I'm pretty. I don't need his staring.
Chris' POV:
The door opened, and my wife stepped in. I was wowed by her beauty... but she ignored me like she knows that confident with her beauty. I decided to mind my own business and face the road.
As the driver approached the venue and stopped at the red carpet, camera flashes blasted against our car. I stepped out, opened the door for her, and offered my hand. She held it and stepped out.
Because of the brightness, she blinked a few times, adjusting. Then the interviewers approached us.
"Is she your wife?"
"Wow, Mister Raymond... your friend only brought a partner... oh my, she's gorgeous... blah blah"
One asked, "Is she your fiancée?"
I said, "No, we're married," and showed them our rings.
I was surprised because she always rebooked being called "wife". Maybe she's trying to give us a proper image.
We stepped in, and people froze, staring. Men stared at my wife with sleazy eyes, lustfully and she didn't care about all this. Maybe she is use to the stares. For the first time, I felt like protecting what's mine... so I glare them, and they had to look elsewhere.
Some girls threw stares admiration at me and look at my wife expecting to be jealous and protective but I saw no reaction from her so I gave up the idea and look some where else.
And I saw the person I least expected to see... Lisa.