RED

ANA'S POV

"Am not going ", I said.

"And why is that ?", he asked me.

"I just don't feel like going am I supposed to do everything that you say ?", I asked him.

"You're coming end of the discussion ", he said as he walked away to his room.

Six months we had been married and we had never slept in the same bed. It was not that I was complaining but that was not how I had imagined marriage to be.

I had thought it was this beautiful thing but each day that I spent with him I thought otherwise. I know people would think that I was a coward but I had no choice.

He paid for Immaculate's medication, my stepmother without him would be dead. So I would rather be miserable that see her dead.

I stood up from the dining room and went in the direction of his room. Just because he made all the rules didn't mean I had to follow them.

I opened the door without knocking and at that moment I thought about why I had done that. I should never have. If I had just been a good wife and listened to everything he said maybe I wouldn't have to witness another woman in his bed.

"Hey ", the brunette that was lying on his bed said to me.

Her skin was flawless I could not even see one mark. Compared to me we were nothing close. Her smile showed off her perfect teeth and accentuated her asymmetrical face.

"Hey ", I said back.

"Babe you didn't tell me you had a sister we could have hung out a couple of times ", she said and Vincenzo came from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I looked at his face but there was no emotion, nothing it was just blank. I had thought that he would feel regret when I saw him with someone else but he just didn't care.

"She isn't my sister ", he said and my heart skipped a beat. At least he had admitted I was not his sister and I waited for him to admit that I was his wife but it never came from his mouth.

How stupid was I to think that he even cared? The only reason that he had married me was for his status but he somehow couldn't admit it to the women he brought to the house.

"Oh, I never thought you let your workers barge into your room without knocking ", she asked him.

If anyone asked me why I was still standing there I wouldn't have answered them. Standing there being humiliated by the man I was married to.

"I don't ", he said without looking at me.

I could not see my face but I sure knew I was not frowning. If I was then tears would already be rolling down my cheeks.

I could not let him see how it affected me, he already controlled a lot I couldn't give it to him just like that.

"Can you please leave we need privacy, I've missed my baby ", the lady said as she touched him and I almost threw up.

"Sure ", I said.

I left the room and locked the door behind me and went to my room. I don't know what I had expected. Maybe he was decent enough not to sleep with other women but again I was wrong.

The fairytale I was looking for did not exist at least not when I was with him.

"Ma'am the people with the dresses for the ball are already here should I call them up to your room ?", asked Aliya the moment I reached my room.

"No, I need a minute to breathe first ", I said as I sat down on my bed and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Are you okay?", she asked me worry all over her face.

They all knew that we were not your typical married couple it was so clear. We did not even sleep in the same room and I could count the number of days that Vicenzo slept at home in a month.

"Were you awake when Vincenzo came in last night ?", I asked her.

"Yes ma'am I was ", she said and I could tell by her face she knew what I was about to ask next.

"Did he come in with her or did she arrive this morning ?", I asked her.

"He came in with her ", she said with a frown on her face.

"Okay, go and tell them to come after twenty minutes", I said as I gave her a sweet smile.

"Okay, "she said as she left.

I wasn't even mad that he was sleeping with her. What were the workers going to think of me? He was embarrassing me in front of the people I lived with every day when he was away.

Even if they didn't say it to my face I knew they talked behind my back and said all kinds of nasty stuff about me.

I had now calmed down and was ready to start trying on the dresses. 

The designer was already in the room and had laid out give dresses on my bed waiting for me to wear them.

"I don't think that brings out your figure and it's a little figure ", Armando said as I looked at myself in the mirror and he was right.

After trying out almost fifteen dresses I was pleased with the one I was wearing. It accentuated all my curves and was something that would draw attention to me.

I wanted to look stunning. To enter the room and have everyone's head turning to see who it was. The smile on Armando's face said it all he was pleased with the dress.

"Whoever knew red would make someone look this stunning ?", Armando asked as he pushed my hair back.

"This is my color ", I said smiling.

"Yes love it is now let's do your hair and makeup when am done with you Vincenzo wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you ", he said and I just chuckled.