Rose Alexander
I stood by the side of the bed with my mouth open as I looked towards the pile of dresses and shoes that were in the middle of the room. Raising my head back up, I saw some ladies bringing in more clothes and bags with them.
I groaned quietly, as I knew it was the work of that devil. I never took it seriously when he said he was going to rebrand me, but that heel devil was actually going through with his plan.
"Madam, please come and pick whatever you will like, please," the woman, who I got to know was a designer, asked me, gesturing for me to come forward.
Picking each piece and stretching it to see the designer, I frowned as most of the dresses here were not my style really; they were either too revealing or too bold, and I was more of a girl who liked and believed in covering herself up from head to toe.
It's been over an hour, and we still could not come to any agreement, as I refused to pick any of the clothes that were brought for me. Blowing an air of frustration, the designer turned to look at me before faking a smile my way.
"Ma, please, you need to choose something—at least one," she said pleadingly.
"But I don't like any of these clothes; seriously, get me something better, please." I argued back, not ready to back down on this matter; clearly, I knew she brought what she was ordered to bring, and it definitely wasn't her fault, but still, she doesn't expect me to just go with the flow because of that.
Hearing a knock come from the door, we all turned towards it, seeing the devil himself smirking by the door and looking at me.
"Marquis," the designer said, bowing a little.
Alfonso nodded in acknowledgement, not taking his eyes off me.
Clearing her throat to get his attention, she said, "Sir, we might have a little problem on our hands as the miss refuses to cooperate, and we are running out of options here."
Raising his eyebrows at her, "Well, isn't your job to make your customers satisfied with your service?" he asked her arrogantly, the aura around him changing from the playful one he was used to to a more authoritative one.
Looking at him, the designer backed away a little bit before smiling, definitely trying to cover up the intimidation she felt. "Well, of course, sir, we will keep trying," she said, bowing her head, then turning to her worker and instructing them.
"Can you show me some stuff before bringing them so I can see if I like them?" I said, looking at her, so as to make things easier for both of us.
Glaring at me a little bit, she nodded her head before going back to the table placed on the other side of my room to get her iPad.
She showed me some designs, and I picked the ones I thought were at least manageable for me to wear. Placing all her stuff together, she nodded at me before telling me they would be here first thing tomorrow morning.
After we were done and they took their naps, I went back to my bed, deciding to sleep. I felt very tired; this was one of the reasons I hated shopping and just stuck to whatever my designers gave me before, which I of course loved.
I couldn't help but think about how things are going to change once I get married to Alfonso. I was one who loved a quiet life, but of course that was going to be taken away from me very soon.
Since I was a little girl, I hated the spotlight and also hated the people who lived there. I kept wondering if they ever got tired of the constant camera flashes wherever they went and never being able to just live their lives to the fullest, always pretending to be happy even if deep down they are dying. When I think about it, isn't that why most of them do drugs, drink alcohol, and misbehave? Isn't it just to escape this cruel reality of life? I couldn't help but wonder.
But then again, even with all this I mentioned, it's not like they all hate it; after all, most of them know what they are getting into before deciding to choose that part. Just like me, I know I might be walking into a flaming death trap but am willing to still do it just to get what I want. To some of them, they go for fame, money, and attention, but for me, I go because I want revenge, and I will use every single connection I have in this world to get it. I refuse to rest until I have it.
All my life I have been bullied and toyed with, but it never pained me or concerned me because I kept telling myself that those people who bully you are those who are jealous of what you have, those who secretly admire you and wish they were like you. All through my life, I kept that mentality and chose to believe in it.
But this time it's different; it's not just some bully; it's two of the people to whom I gave almost as much importance in my life, people I trusted even more than myself. This time it was personal to me, and I chose to avenge myself, even if it meant changing everything in my life to achieve this revenge.
And that's why I have to do it smartly and coordinate my revenge well; I can't just lose myself like this and not win this battle of revenge. "I know it hurts right now, but, dear self, we can't rush into these; we need to sit down and plan them well," I said to myself.
After a while of thinking of different ideas of what to do, I finally decided to go back to Canada the next day. It was time for my revenge, and I can only take it from where the pain started.