Maria's POV:
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 wound by a beauty... but she ignored me like a teen ignores weird hair. 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.