MONTERO: My Political Husband

12

Aria and I walked out of the restaurant after eating. She led the way back to that place where I got this dress I am putting on.

I guess I am about to get changed.

The thought of the interview is making me feel weird. Though Aria said I don't have to say a word but I still feel weird.

I have not been on television before.

We don't even have one at home.

I just have to focus my gaze on my palms.

I don't have to look at them in the eye, do I?

"We will need a red dress, black heels and a different lipstick. Red lipstick, please!" Aria said loudly.

The girls took me away. I was given a lot of red dresses to try on. I got the one that fitted perfectly. At least that is what the girls said.

I tried on some heels as well and then taken to the makeup session. The wiped off the makeup on my face and began a new one. They also worked on my hair.

A few minutes later, they where done. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked different from the last time. My lips are really red.

Isn't the lipstick too much?

"Time to go, ma'am." One of the girls said, taking me back to Aria. Aria stood up on her feet the minute I got to her.

"Wow, perfect. Venice will love you." She said, chuckling.

I smiled a little.

"We have to go now. We are late. My credit card, please!" She said loudly and one of the girls brought the card for her.

Aria collected it and we headed out. We headed of the building and walked towards the car. We entered and the driver took us away.

I stared at the window all through, feeling my pounding heart.

I kept reminding myself what Aria said. I just have sit there and don't say anything.

I nodded slightly, letting out a breath.

"Nervous?" She asked, making me look at her.

I nodded.

But I am way more that nervous right now.

"Don't be. Just see this as nice experience. The world wants to see Montero's queen to be." She said, smiling.

I nodded slightly, fiddling with my manicured fingers as I looked at them. It is painted pink and a little bit long. I won't be able to do anything with it.

I have to remain calm and comported. I can't humiliate myself.

Not long later, we got to a building. Aria and I walked in and I saw my soon-to-be husband with Aria's colleagues and his rude PA.

"We are here!" Aria said loudly as we approached them.

"Perfect timing." One of her colleagues said the minute we got closer to them.

"We have the makeup team to blame." Aria said.

I nervously moved my eyes towards my soon-to-be husband. He is dressed in a different attire as well, looking very good looking. His eyes are on me.

I dropped my gaze.

I noticed that rude PA of his standing next to him.

"What do you think, sir?" Aria asked, motioning to me.

My heart raced as I looked at him again.

He is looking at me.

"Did you tell her what to do?" He asked, ignoring Aria's question.