"Is this dress to your liking ma'am?" 

I turned into the mirror to see it.

The dress is absolutely stunning! Not to sound conceited but I look dazzling. She picked the right dress, not too showy but elegant enoughto actually grasp anyone's eyes.

Well, except for Kris' of course.

Not even the most expensive, most amazing, most spectacular and MOST GLORIOUS, dress could make him praise me.

The tailor smiled intently awaiting my reply.

Too bad, I won't be telling her how excellent it appears.

"I suppose it will have to do, it's not like you can make another in three hours."

Her smile shrunk enormously. As one of the most prestigious fashion designers, me, giving her an unappreciative reply will obviously put her off the good mood.

No, I didn't care. 

No...

I won't care.

I'm worth more than all the fabric she’ll ever buy and more than any clothing she'll create. That's just the way us elite people work.

We get what we want. 

~

After paying more than enough money for the dress, I had my driver take me back on the mansion.

My phone buzzed, I took it out and was a bit baffled when ‘he’ decided to text me. It’s very rare.

~Undeserving ~ 5:29pm:

​Hope you'll look decent tonight, I'm worried.

I knew something like this would come from him. I scoffed piercingly at the message, earning a curious glance from my driver.

~Me~ 5:32pm:

Rest your worries. I just got the dress. When I get home I'll have my make-up done. I apologize for not letting you know earlier, Honey.

 I waited but he never answered back. Our relationship is so mocking, and bitter. I don’t think I could remember the last time I laughed without sarcasm in my tone. 

Why, God?

Why is it like this?

I’m doing the best I could for my family. I gave up my own future for them to be happy... so why does it feel like torture? Shouldn’t I be happy because they’re happy?

The first time I met Kris, it was already our wedding day. I could never forget his cold glared toward me, no one around me seemed to notice. Maybe no one noticed since his icy, fuming glare was only projected particularly to me. But it's not like I asked for this marriage.

Past love, is the sole reason I could think of why he hates me. But as far as I’m aware there's none like that.

No one would date a monster like him anyway.