Loving A Rude Man

“YOU ARE perfect. Just simply perfect, my dear,” the gay designer remarked. “And I’m already dying of jealousy because you are such a perfect bride for Aiden.” His name was Shawie. He was smiling from ear to ear as he took her measurements for the wedding gown. She was at Aiden’s villa in Tagaytay, the man she will marry in three months.

From the villa’s living room, she could see the beautiful view of Taal Lake. Aiden was preparing for the wedding. From her expensive wedding gown to the fairytale-like ceremony that would be held in his villa’s garden. She could not believe that she would be getting married in three months. A month ago, it was not part of her plan. But in just a snap of a finger, things changed, and she will be having a grand wedding. A wedding that was every lady’s dream.

“Hey, why aren’t you smiling?” Shawie asked as he measured her neck. “Brides are supposed to be always smiling.”

She flinched at the sound of his voice. She forced a smile as she saw the worry on his face. “I’m thinking about the wedding gown I prefer.”

“Yeah, that’s indeed a big problem,” he said and put the tape measure around her neck. Then he noted her measurement in his notebook. “Because you’ll find it hard to decide which of my gown you will wear from my amazing designs. Of course, you want a perfect fairytale gown.”

People told her that she was a modern Cinderella. She was just a mere seamstress from the town of San Luis. But now, she would be Mrs. Aiden dela Merced. She will marry the man of every girl’s dream. Aiden owned the luxury around her. He was also one of the heirs of Brava International Hotels that had branches abroad.

But she could not feel any joy in her heart, unlike other soon-to-be-brides, despite the luxury waiting for her or her almost perfect groom. Something was missing. She was not in love with her future husband.

“Shawie, has Esmeralda chosen a wedding gown yet?” Lexie, Aiden’s personal assistant, asked. She was perfect from her pixie haircut, ruffled white blouse, navy blue pencil skirt, and black pumps. She was more suited in that elegant villa than a province girl like her.

“Not yet,” Shawie replied. “I was just done taking her measurements.”

Esmeralda plopped down on the sofa weakly. It was as if she was already exhausted from standing as she got measured. She could only imagine her head exploding when it was about time to choose the design of her gown. It was one of the few things she’d have to worry about and the guests to invite since Aiden’s wedding coordinator already took care of everything.