Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Havana's POV

We stepped out of the car, looking like Beyonce and Jay Z. For some reason, Lucian felt the need to open the car door for me by himself. I know he is just doing all this for publicity, if only the public knew that too. They wouldn't be so excited to take pictures of us.

"Welcome Mr. President" A lady extended her greetings to Lucian, just before we could step into the boutique. She looked very pretty in her blue uniform, one could easily mistake her for a flight attendant.

"Thank you, Janet, this is my Fiancee, Havana. We would love to see only your most beautiful dresses by the best designers please" he gave an instruction, sounding kind of polite.

Unlike when he would talk to me, as if he was giving me an order that I was compelled to carry out no matter what.

"Okay Mr President" she had a smile on her face.

Isn't it weird that she didn't even turn her neck to look at me for a second? She just kept her eyes glued on Lucian, and that smile on her face seemed to be stuck on her like a tattoo.

"This way. That is one of the best, it was handmade by our top designer" She showed Lucian the dress.

Lucian didn't even look at me to seek for my consent, as he stretched his hand to touch the dress.

"I don't like it, '' I replied straightforwardly.

"Do you like it, sir?" She asked Lucian, still not paying attention to me. She made it seem like I was invisible.

"He's not the one that's going to wear the dress, is he? Now show me something better" I stood in front of Lucian, so that she would finally notice me.

That didn't seem to work as she waited for Lucian to signal that she should return the dress.

I looked at Lucian and then back at her.

"Okay, let's see something else then" She showed me another dress that was uglier than the first one.

Honestly, she wants me to look horrible on my wedding day. I mean the dresses she showed me just didn't match what I expected when I walked into this place.

Initially, I only saw this boutique on television, and it looked bigger in reality. It looks like a mall, I was just disappointed.

"No" My voice was now low, as I shook my head disapproving of the last dress she picked out.

By this time, Lucian stopped out to make a phone call, leaving just the both of us.

"What's over there? I mean behind the red curtain?" I asked her, I was very curious since the place seemed well-lit. I could tell just by looking at the floor.

"That area is only for our VIP guests," she informed me. At least, she managed to notice me, and reply to my question.

"So, the president isn't a VIP guest?" I asked her, with folded arms.

"The president isn't the one wearing the dress, is he?" She questioned me, with a half smile on her face.

"Yes, but his Fiancee is the one wearing it. I want to see what's behind the red curtain" I insisted.

"No" she replied

"It is true that the president's Fiancee is the one wearing the dress. But unfortunately, she turns out to be a mere waitress, who is just marrying him because of his wealth and power.

I really wonder what the president saw in you, that made him fall for your trap.

You look nothing like those women.

I know women like you, you have no class and no shame, you are poor and desperate for men like the president. But unfortunately, you'll only end up becoming his slave and a doll he shows off to the public.

You…." She wanted to keep talking, but Lucian hung up the phone, and he was done with the call.

"Have you chosen a dress yet?" He looked at me, he seemed frustrated.

"I…." I wanted to say something, but he interfered.

"Havanna, we don't have time for this. We still have to go jewelry shopping, just pick a dress so we can leave" he scolded me in front of her.

I saw the way she smiled, and I swallowed hard. I don't know why a huge lump had formed in my throat. I just felt like tearing up.

"I'll just take the first dress you showed us, '' I said.

"You could have picked it since" he scolded me again.

"My financial manager will get to you regarding the payment" he spoke to her so sweetly.

The dress was packaged and handed to us, as she waved him goodbye.

"I don't know what is wrong with you women. You could have just saved us the time, by choosing the first dress when it was shown to you.

What was the need to check ten other dresses, when you knew you wanted the first one? Now we have wasted time here" he scolded me from the moment we entered the backseat of the car.

The driver looked at us through the driver's mirror and averted his gaze just before Lucian could notice it.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking out the window as I swallowed hard, holding back the tears that were about to fall from my eyes.

He took a deep breath and focused his attention on his phone.

What that lady said inside the store wasn't far from the truth, and it hurt so much. Yes, I am getting married to Lucian because of his money, but I am not doing it because I am a gold digger and can't work hard for mine. I am doing it because I need to save my friend's life.

Is this how I am going to get disgraced everywhere I go? I thought being the president's wife meant you would earn more respect. I never knew that it would mean that I was going to become nobody but "the president's wife". I won't have a name of my own, no choice of my own.

I'll become a slave to whatever he wants.

"Common, we have arrived at the jewelry store. Get out of the car quickly, so you can spend the time you are spending here inside the store" he opened the car door, and I got out, but this time he didn't offer me his hand as he did before.