2. He saw me half naked

I tried tossing around thinking I was sleeping on the bed but ended up falling down.

“Ouch!" I wince in pain as my butt and whole body hurts. I think it is already morning as I can see bright lights from the outside glimmering inside the room. I slowly stand on my feet, feeling the pains all over my body as my eyes look round the room, there is no sight of my husband.

I peered my ears to know if I could hear the splashing of water from the bathroom but heard none. It looks like he's not in the room at all, maybe he has left for work. Isn't he a musician? I thought they only needed to work when they wanted to produce a song. Well, I don't know much about music and it's stuff so I can't tell.

I yawn and stretch my arm, not that I am feeling sleepy but I feel pain all over my body coupled with my butt which was the most affected part from the fall since I tumbled and landed with my back, thereby hitting my butt on the floor with a loud thud.

I only not feel pains in my body from falling down and curling myself on that couch all night but I also feel dirty as I need to take off this heavy wedding dress and take my bath. I want some warm water to run through my body, and I am sure it will help cool it down. The problem is that I am afraid to damage anything in that bathroom but what can I do? my husband won't help me out and there's no sight of him.

Finally I concluded to walk inside the bathroom and take my bath but be careful not to damage anything. As I was about walking inside the bathroom I heard a knock, I wondered who it was. I don't think it's my husband because it's not possible for him to knock before entering our room. And about the members of this family, I only met them at the chapel today and haven't gotten re-acquainted with any of them. With the way they reacted to my husband leaving me behind at the chapel, I am not sure what my relationship with them will look like... I am only confident about my relationship with Mr Williams.

The knock came again and that was when I realized that I've been mumbling in my head and haven't gone to open the door. I gently amble towards the door and draw it open. My eyes fall on a tan skin girl with beautiful black eyes, taking in the outfit she's wearing, she looks like a maid... I think she's one.

“Good morning ma'am," she greets and slightly bow her head before flashing a very bright smile. Her beautiful smile makes her look so damn pretty.

“Ehmm, good morning," I mumble. Like I said, I am not an outspoken person, I am literally shy.

The maid's bright smile fades in a split second, I was quick to decipher why it is so. No one needs to bang it in my head that she is stunned to see me in my wedding dress, looking slightly tattered and weary. Her reaction is something expected of her, anyone would look shocked or surprised like her. A newly wedded wife had to sleep with her wedding dress and make up.... so ridiculous.

“Ma'am, am here to call you down for breakfast," she said and give out another bright smile but not so bright like the previous one, I think that's because her head is occupied with many questions of why am still on my wedding dress but couldn't find the courage to ask any as she might not want to pry into my privacy.

“Okay, I will come down soon," I said.

“Okay ma'am," she bowed her head once again before leaving.

I feel somehow shy with her overly courtesy which seems a bit too much. I guess this is how it's going to be, I hope to get used to it.... I hope to get used to this new life that I found myself into. I have never lived in this kind of extravagant mansion or have people being so polite to me. It's just something I will learn to adjust to.

Immediately the maid was outside, I was able to remember that I should've asked her about where my clothes are kept... Maybe she's one of those that kept them.

Am so stupid. How can I forget something so important? I wanted to go after her but I can't, it won't look good if anyone sees me still in my wedding dress. Not knowing what to do, I just close my door. The maid said that breakfast is ready but there's no way I can go downstairs still dressed like this.

I think I should look harder for the closet. With that in mind I started looking for it. It took me a whole two minutes for it to finally occur to me that the closest might be in that inner room where I saw my husband walk out with a white towel around his waist.

I scuttle towards the inner room and the moment I step in there, my eyes welcome the beautiful sight of clothes, shoes, watches and many other things aligned in sequence as if it's a shopping mall. I can't believe that all these belong to just one person .... How can someone be this rich? Others have a compatible closet that will fit their clothes but this husband of mine has a whole room filled with clothes.... with all these clothes here, I don't think he can wear any of them twice.

I think I am yet to understand how rich my new family is... will I ever be able to fit into their standard. I think the reason my husband doesn't love me is because our world is so far from each other. The distance between us is wide and deep. As a popular celebrity that he is, I believe he sees it as an eyesore to marry someone like me... someone so far from what his world looks like. I wonder why Mr Williams got me married to him when he doesn't even love me and am one thousand miles away from his standard.... I can never fit into his life no matter how hard I try.

I don't know why this thought stuck deep into my heart... It hurts thinking that I will never be part of his life even though I am married to him. At the same time, I don't know why I feel this way. I barely know him and if he decides to end this marriage, I shouldn't feel sad—right?

I just wave that thought away from my head as I scan through the room and find my things at one end of it. Mine is too small compared to his and I am not complaining because I've not worn this type of delusive dresses in the nineteen years of my life or own this much clothes. I can't believe that Mr Williams needs to go through the stress of buying this bundle of clothes for me..... is just too much.

Checking out the dresses, I found out that Mr Williams got my exact sizes. Maybe it wasn't so hard to guess my size compared to how lissom my body is. I can't say otherwise, I think Mr Williams is an angel into my life. Just in a blink of an eye, a girl like me who has just a few weary clothes is now the owner of loads of expensive dresses.

I looked through the clothes, and I was glad I found them. Now is the time to take my bath. I walk to the bathroom, not forgetting to tie the white towel I saw together with my clothes but the towel is too short and barely reaches my upper knee.

I will just manage it like that. When I reached the bathroom, I was careful with things there. I tried my best and found out how to put on the water to fill the jacuzzi as it's more complicated than the few ones I've seen.

I spent a cool time in the jacuzzi as I feel my body relaxed, now I feel alive. I didn't spend as much time as I wanted to, because I needed to go downstairs for breakfast.

After the warm bath, I tie my towel and walk out from the bathroom but immediately I came out from the bathroom. The entrance door flew open as my husband walked in gracefully but his feet stuck on the floor the moment his eyes met my half naked self. I gasped and quickly threw my head down, feeling so shy. I least expected him to suddenly walk in. I thought he has left for work, did he come back to get something or what

My cheeks burn as I feel his eyes wandered through my almost naked, pale, damp skin and I feel like disappearing due to how shy I am, also, the towel is too small and it revealed almost every part of my body

And if I wasn't mistaken, he stared at me for more than ten seconds in which I felt that my cheeks would release smoke due to how blushed I was, my whole cheeks turning red. I wanted to run back inside the bathroom but I couldn't move my body, it's as if I was glued to that position. I don't know why I feel this way when he's not even close to me but standing a foot away from the entrance door. Maybe it's because I've never been half naked in front of a man before or have anyone look so intensively at me.

I bite my lips, my eyes fixed on the floor below me and I can still feel his eyes on me like it was trying to pierce through my soul. Finally, after something that seems like fifteen seconds, I finally hear his footsteps. I raise my head and find him walking towards the inner room or maybe I should call it the changing room.

I finally let out a breath after he disappeared into the changing room. I was still standing, not moving. I won't go inside the changing room until he leaves. He's my husband but I can't even be confident in front of him. Well, he's the one making it more difficult for me by acting cold.

Not long after, he walked out from the changing room and just like he walked into the room, he walked away without a word and didn't even spare another glance at my direction.

I won't lie, I am really hurt. This is not the type of marriage I want for myself. I don't know about marriage but I learned a little from my parents. They always care for each other, they will prefer engaging in unnecessary discussion than staying all day without talking to each other.

I sighed and headed towards the changing room to put on my clothes and go downstairs for breakfast.