E: Embarrassed

It was a lavish party. As lavish as I had read in The Great Gatsby. I had gotten used to it. Marrying a business tycoon had some privileges after all. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a money seeking ‘whatever-adjective-you-want-to-add’. It was my parent’s decision. They had known his family for long and thought it would be good to tie knots and extend their loyalties towards each other. I did not have a boyfriend whom I would have loved to marry instead. Therefore, I had willfully agreed with their choice myself.

I had no complaints from the marriage. It was unlike those romance fantasies, but it was good. However, I hated attending the parties. Not because I was an introvert or a boring person, but because he made me wear those skimpy party gowns and dresses. I hated wearing those revealing outfits and thus I had asked him for the second time to allow me choose something decent. The answer again was a stern look. According to him, this was how I was supposed to be dressed because he wanted to show everybody that he had a beautiful wife.

The statement had hurt me more than I could imagine. Apparently, a sheer piece of clothing was what made me beautiful; no matter how embarrassed it made me feel.

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