Chapter Sixty four

"I don't have anything to wear." I whined as soon as I set my eyes on Damien when he walked into the room. His eyebrow quirked and he narrowed his grey eyes at me before looking around the room in silent question. He was half way through dressing up and I still was not ready. I had to call him for help because I had no idea what to do with myself.

"You said I did not have to buy you a dress because you had it covered." He pointed out and I nodded.

"I just felt like buying a new dress when I have a plethora of clothes I haven't even used is a waste of resources." I reasoned out.

"You don't see me complaining." He said and walked towards my closet. I followed him quickly, I did not want him seeing anything he was not supposed to.

He stood by the island in the middle of the large closet and darted his eyes back and forth while my eyes followed his actions. He smirked when his eyes fell on something, I wondered what it was and I was about asking when he turned to me.

"You'll wear whatever it is I pick out for you. Deal?" He asked with both his hands on my shoulder.

"Does everything have to be a deal to you?" I rolled my eyes.

"Just answer." He said copying my eye roll.

"Fine." I said with a shrug. Anything to get this over with.

"Go sit down, I'll get your dress for you." He said with a smirk.

"But..." I wanted to protest but one look from him had me doing what he had said without another word.

I walked out, still looking over my shoulder suspiciously. This man just had to be up to something silly.

I sat still, looking down at my feet as I waited for him. I had finished with my hair and makeup but it was still such a surprise that I had not picked out the right dress ever since. Damien came through the door, holding on to a black velvet dress with a thigh high slit. It had off the shoulder straps with a small gold coloured strip around the waist area and looked like it would show off some cleavage.

"Damien? Are you sure about this dress?" I tilted my head and asked hesitantly.

"Very. Now go try it on." He handed it over to me, pushed me slightly into the closet and walked out. I exhaled, here goes nothing.

I took off my bathrobe and was left in just my underwear. I picked up the dress and took it off the hanger. I ran my hands through the soft fabric before deciding to unzip it and get into it.

I took a look at myself in the mirror. This dress, it was tight around the hips and in fact hugged every curve perfectly. The slit showed off some really good amount of leg and the dress made me feel somewhat conscious of my curves which somehow seemed to be growing bigger and wider for no reason at all. I sighed.

I pulled on my shiny gold T-strap heels and picked up a gold clutch to complete the look. I came out and saw that Damien was not in the room any longer.

I walked out and decided to go down to wait for him downstairs. I heard him speaking to someone, which meant he was already downstairs probably waiting for me.

I took the stairs one at a time and saw that that he was already looking up in my direction. He came up and met me halfway. He took my hand and kissed it, eyeing me hungrily while at it.

"Gorgeous." He said barely above a whisper. I blushed deeply.

I saw that everyone else was present there and then. The compliments had me blushing so much.

"This picture looks so beautiful." Fiona gushed and Tracy nodded in agreement.

I got down to see whatever they had clicked and it was a picture of Damien kissing my hand just a few seconds earlier.

Jesse had taken the picture and it looked so good even without editing. It reminded me of the conversation we had had some weeks back, I still had it at the back of my mind and I was definitely going to talk to Damien about it when the time was right.

"Are you all attending the wedding as well?" I asked seeing as they well all dressed up.

"Yeah Eleanor decided it was best to invite the entire family, she wouldn't let Reginald be until she was sure the IVs were thoroughly delivered." Damien informed me. I chuckled, that sounded like Eleanor for sure.

"Women." He muttered under his breath.

"What about us?" All the ladies present including myself said in unison and he raised his hands in mock surrender.

"A piece of advice Damien, never say anything about women in front of women." Gerald said and as usual Damien ignored him. Mom covered it up with a laugh but I could hear the pain behind it. It was sad that Damien was like this with his father and I wanted to know why, I really wanted to ask him but I did not think he would tell me but I was going to find out eventually, I was sure it was going to happen but I did not know when.

"Let's go." He said, walking ahead of us and I followed.

When we got outside, I saw the rest of the family going to two separate vehicles from the one Damien and I were to ride in. In fact, it seemed like we had an entourage following us because the guards had to come with us in two other vehicles. It was just too much if you ask me but who was I to say anything?

Damien led me into the car and I sat comfortably before he got in beside me. He said nothing to me so I just picked up my phone and surfed through some work emails.

"You aren't supposed to be working right now, you know that?" He said, still looking ahead while he adjusted his cufflinks.

"Yeah, sorry." I dropped my phone back into my clutch. We were halfway through the ride anyways.

I finally took his look in. The black tux he had on was tailored to perfection and he was looking like a snack. Damn!

"Este hombre es un sueño." I said under my breath. (This man is a dream.)

"Pere él es tu realidad." He said with a sly smirk. (But he's your reality.)

A scream left my throat before I could stop it. I placed my hands tightly on my mouth before I could scream again. My eyes widened and I saw him laughing at my expense. I was shook to no end.

"You speak Spanish?" I questioned in bewilderment.

"Through and through." He said smugly.

"So you're saying you heard every cuss word I uttered whenever you got me mad and also every single conversation I had with my father, Nolan and even Miguel?" I asked and when he did not reply, I deciphered the answer by myself. I was shook to the core.

He was so sly. Sly as a fox, that's what this man was.

"I just had to let you think you had a leverage over me so you could feel more confident." He explained, annoying me.

"And why would you think my confidence was in question when it came to you?" I retorted.

"It showed. I can bet that before now you were mostly worried about me knowing about your every move without you having to tell me anything and me always being a step ahead of you. You would most probably just give up on trying to hide anything because you know I would already know about it." He explained and I sort of agreed with him.

Before we got married and even after, I always felt like I was on constant surveillance by him, like he stalked my every move while lurking behind the shadows and I could not get away with anything. Speaking with my mother tongue made it seem like I had some sort of advantage but here I was proven wrong again. Nice one, Damien.

"I don't even know what to say." I said to him.

"You don't have to say anything really. Just accept your new discovery and move on." He said casually and I shook my head in disbelief.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's husband has been hiding the fact that he's capable of understanding her language." I said with a scoff suddenly getting upset for reasons I did not know.

"Ariana, it's not that deep." He said with a deep chuckle. Why did he find it amusing?

"Whatever." I scowled and looked away with my arms folded across my chest. I think I was just pained that he was always a step ahead of me every single time but I did not want to admit that to myself at this point, I just wanted to be upset even when my annoyance was not exactly justified.

"Don't be so petty." He said softly.

"Petty. Oh you did not just call me petty!" I felt my claws coming out to play as I exclaimed. He suddenly kissed me, making me calm down so easily, it amazed me.

"We're here. Be nice." He said, patting the side of my face before planting another quick kiss. He stepped out of the car before me and I used that moment in regaining my composure before taking his outstretched hand.

I came out and as usual experienced a few camera flashes as we walked into the cathedral. The media was not in full work mode yet. The service started soon after we took our seats.

The wedding went smoothly and their vows were the cutest thing I had ever heard. Eleanor was a crying mess but looked beautiful all the same in her simple mermaid dress with lots of bling while Reginald looked dashing in his white and black tux.

Damien and I were seated next to each other and my eyes involuntarily trailed to his face while the wedding was going on. I wondered if he was also reminiscing about our wedding because I was.

He held my hand all of a sudden and I looked up at him for a second.

He dabbed on my face with his handkerchief and it was then I realized I was crying.

"Why?" He asked in a whisper.

"Nothing, weddings just get me emotional." I whispered back.

"Are you thinking back to our wedding?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe." I said and another tear dropped. He kissed my forehead and lingered there without saying anything else. I enjoyed the comfort that came with it.

The couple were already declared man and wife and the crowd applauded greatly and even more when it was time to seal their vows with a kiss. I joined the applause and screamed a little while Damien stood silent beside me.

The couple went past us and we waved at them. Eleanor seemed to be the happiest bride ever and my words did no justice, her grin was contagious. I wished I felt the same way when I got married but I did not, it was only by stroke of luck that I did not break down in the middle of the event. I hoped to feel like a happy bride someday when I eventually got out of my marriage to Damien. I shut my eyes, hoping and praying that I would find love again after being tagged the ex wife of a man like Damien. I knew it was not going to be easy.

Society has a way of messing with people without knowing the full story and I knew my voice would not be heard if something went wrong but this was what I signed up for and I hoped the Almighty would come through for me when those challenges finally arose.

Damien held my hand as we walked out of the church. We had to head to the reception. The day was certainly not over yet, in fact, it was just the beginning.