Chapter 36 ERICA’S WEDDING

Excited about Charles coming back today, I can’t help but try every outfit in my closet. Some of which I also haven’t even worn once. Almost all of them Charles gifted to me and only two or three dresses I had purchased on my own.

But that was also because Charles had given me an ultimatum to go out on my own and spend some money on me to buy dresses and makeup. Makeup has always been something that I have not been very fond of, but I still put the bare minimum of it on just for the sake of looking presentable. Which is why every such outgoing that I made, I bought one dress every time so that Charles wouldn’t be pissed off at me.

Every dress that I had a feeling about Charles liking it, I wore and clicked a few pictures of myself. But none of them complimented the mood that I wanted to create. That couldn’t have been possible without trying the sexiest lingerie that I owned, of course. I concluded that only the satin two-piece on me would be the best for the private welcome.

It was only once I saw the dress that I had worn for Erica’s wedding, I put everything aside to remember what a beautiful time it was. The preparations for it started pretty soon, and I was over-the-top excited for it because it was going to be the first public appearance that I was going to make with Charles.

Even though it was not going to be an official one as his partner, but at least I would be with him, and everyone who knew me would see me on news channels and newspapers everywhere with the richest man in town. It was going to be one life-changing experience for me, and no one would be able to take it away from me.

The week of the wedding, without the bride and groom-to-be in the house, things were going in a haphazard manner. The surprising part was that it was Charles’s house, and it was not even where the wedding was. Caterers, designers, wedding organizers, everyone running around in the house taking approval from Charles because Erica wanted him to choose everything at her wedding.

Had it not been her wedding, I would have been extremely jealous of the whole arrangement. Naturally, it was because of the way that I felt for Charles. I was not only possessive about him but also felt a lot out of place as both of them discussed so many things that I didn’t even know about. That made it very difficult for me to understand whatever happened at home during that time.

The fashion designers who had taken my measurements two weeks before the wedding for the dress I would be wearing for it, had brought in their extraordinary creations that were so beautiful. It was difficult to choose from all the dresses that were put in front of me. I felt uncomfortable to try any of them because it made me feel that I wouldn’t do justice to them as I wasn’t confident to carry them.

They were all as elegant as they could be and yet fashionable as hell. I was so confused when I was asked to choose from them. Charles helped me choose the dress which he would like me to wear for his friend’s wedding after he saw me looking at them with a blank face. He must have understood that I was lost and unable to decide anything.

Soon came the wedding day that I was looking forward to because I wanted to see what Charles would say to media people about him and I. Another point was that no matter whatever he would say and, however, he would introduce me to them, we would still have pictures together printed in all newspapers and magazines. The news of the richest man attending a wedding with a girl no one had seen before was enough to be a big deal for me.

When we got ready and were leaving for the wedding, I was greatly surprised to see how handsome Charles looked as he stepped out of his bedroom, which was approximately just a minute or two after I stepped out of mine. We walked till we reached the main porch.

When we were waiting for the car, I noticed that Charles hadn't seen me dressed since I stepped out of my room. It mattered to me how I looked to him because he was going to be the center of attention today, and I was just his date. But I kept standing with him as we were waiting for the chauffeur to bring the car to us.

A glossy black two-seater Mercedes was being pulled over. That was the most luxurious car that I had ever seen. It at least appeared to me like that. As it got closer to us, I was getting sure about it being a new one because even though Charles already owned one, but that one seemed brand new. I did not know which one was it, but the logo told me that it was Mercedes.

My excitement had become exaggerated. But still, there was just one thing that I was unhappy about. I wanted Charles to compliment me. His approval was very important to me, but he wasn't even looking at me even though we were standing together.

He was browsing something on his phone that must have been a business-related thing, but it wasn’t showing on his face that he was going to a friend’s wedding. It was so difficult for him to look happy without being intoxicated, I thought.

The minute we got into the car from different sides and settled ourselves, he asked the driver to start driving. That is when he looked at me, and he said, “You look very beautiful.” It made me feel very happy to know that he liked the way that I was dressed because somewhere within me I know that it was all for him as it was his friend's wedding we were going to.

Not only that but even the dress that I was wearing back then was the result of the pain that he took to have it organized by the best designer. Out of all the other dresses which the different designers got for me to choose from, Charles had chosen that particular dress that I wore. It was a magical day for me because of what happened at the wedding; my dream came true.