The fashion of love

The Dress

I never thought of my self , has a snob. I always got what I wanted, no matter what it was. But after walking past this beautiful dress, I knew 100 percent I wanted it. I rushed in and got right up to the counter. " I want that dress! That one right there ! " . The woman , stared at me, eyes rolled , arms crossed. "It's to expensive for the likes of you" she said. Oh! How dare she!
"Excuse me! I happen to me the daughter of the 5th richest man on this planet! You are talking to James Dan Richards DAUGHTER , you better treat me with the most respect , other wise. I will make sure you lose your job and every one after this!", I was so close to her face, I could see the black heads on her nose.
She stepped back and and told me I was lieing. I was filled with anger. So much anger. I have never been so disrespected before in my life.
I slapped my Gold card on the table. Shoved it towards her and told her . "Happy??!"
Oh, you should of seen it! Her eyes went wild. She stood tall.. " apologized repeatedly".  I was not having any of it by now!
I stuck my nose up, grabbed my card and laughed in her face. " Shows you doesn't it "
I walked out proud . Sad that I didn't get the dress though, oh well I thought , my father can get it for me. See what she says about that.
As I walked out, this man was, calmly standing there, staring in the distance. Deep in thought, like something bad had happened.
His whole figure confused me. He didn't give me a judging stare or a pearsing glare. He was just looking , looking with thoughs gental eyes. I felt my heart drop.. out of nervous? Out of happyness. I did not know. I walked faster away, dazed by the emotions I felt.
I kept thinking about him. His tall deminer, with his blue, coat and casual jeans, his sneaker shoes and slick back hair.
What was I doing ! I was soon to be engaged and I am thinking of another man! Let alone someone who doesn't have style.
Well, I thought his outfit was cute. I mean kind of....
Don't dwell. Ahhh
Hours went by and this strange man, was on my mind. Maybe I have seen him some where, before today.?
What am I doing... Is this dout for the wedding? Oh no! Don't! I have to get married. It's an order after all.

I've been engaged to Chris, for 4 years. I am only 20. My mother died when I was 13. Leaveing my father alone. He then remarried 3 times , and when they all failed, I became his new muse. He is making me get married, other wise he is stripping me of all I own.
And we all know, that is not what I want. I mean, how will I buy my new handbags and go to the spa? I don't look this good , naturally. Wink wink.
Anyways, and because my father is friends with the dutches, they set me and her son. We don't love each other. We've been told we will one day. Maybe. 
We haven't really met either, maybe once or twice. I wore a similar dress to the one I wanted to buy today, slick blue, with a beautiful ribbon across the tummy. Absolutely breathe taking. I thought it would be sweet for the engagement, well at least that's what I will be telling people. When accatly the truth it, I just wanted it.

Chris is a businessman, a lawyer of a big company, his fathers company, one he will take over in the up coming years. He calls him self CEO. He mainly talks about himself and how he adores tennis and cricket and all that's posh stuff. I mean I do dabble in the fine arts of sport but only so often, to please Chris.
I think , this Friday for our engagement, will be the 6th time we have seen one another.

How strange. To hold and kiss someone , you bearly know?
Chris is a kind man. Sometimes controlling. Mainly controlling. He already wants me to have a schedule I can't break, so he knows where I am at all times. Plus he doesn't want me doing half the amount of things I like, because he wants a son, a baby boy to one day take over his role as CEO and chairman. And untill he gets one, am I in for a roller coaster, of staying at home an being his perfect wife. Doesn't make much sense to me. But it's not like I can fight it. Not yet at least.

It doesn't sound like a very fun , go lucky life I wanted. But there are secrects under the broken wing and I must marry him to protect them.
I know I said it was just for the money . But I guess I see that as my reward for my service I am doing for my father. Although my soon to be hasband is taking my privileges away as if I am a child.
I guess when I saw that man out side the shop today, I had mixed feelings because I was jealous of him.
I may have money. But he has freedom.
And I fear that is something I will never have again.