I know that Albert did not want to be tied to marriage with me, but my obsession with having him made me forgot that romance was not like picking flowers at the park.
Luckily, after years of research on his company, I finally found that weakness of how to attack his own business and cripple it, which I relayed to my grandfather.
Grandfather studied my discovery, and finally, using that scheme, he really did convince Albert this time. I tapped my shoulders. Congratulations to me.
I got my trophy, my wedding trophy—the handsome CEO Albert Wong.
I have loved him for eight years and have done all tricks in the book to get him to marry me.
Though I have been turned down several times by Albert, I never accepted his "NO." Defeat is not in my dictionary.
My mantra. "What Martha wants, Martha gets. And Martha wants to have Albert as a husband for the rest of her life. "
And I got Albert. I whistled.
I could not help but hum in my mind," Albert is mine; he is mine, mine."
Maybe my cute face was too readable as I gazed at my trophy of love.
People say that I am a picture of young beauty and sunshine, a woman in love. But there is one person whom I wished would notice all these, but alas, that person just ignored me.
But I am confident that my feelings would be reciprocated by Albert. After all, I am a well-sought lady in my own right.
Wherever I go, countless suitors pursue me, but I rejected them all—even the most handsome of gentlemen in our country.
The reason being, I ONLY wanted Albert Wong. No other man ever caught my heart and attention.
So when I walked beside him, my stomach was turning into knots. Especially when we reached the penthouse floor exclusive only to the newlyweds, the room where we would spend our first night as married couple,
Unable to cutail my joy, I hid my face while I slowly dragged my long lacy gown and followed Albert, adoring his back all the time.
My lips trembled a little with that sinking feeling when Albert kept ignoring me, and did not even throw a glance in my direction as we walked to the elevator then to the VIP floor.
My mind must be full of thoughts about this wedding that I did not notice that Albert did not hold the door open for me. He just unlocked the electronic door, walked inside in a hurry, and kicked the door back to close it.
The door effecctively bounced to my face. Kaboom!
Ouch! My bent beautiful forehead got hit by the door when Albert suddenly let go of the handle. Awkwardly, I frowned while I massaged my head. That was a nasty hit, the hard door against my soft skin. Where do I stand? There was a sudden throbbing pain on my head.
Achingly, Albert did not even bother to turn back even when I was certain he heard that “thud” sound. To my dismay, he continued to walk lazily inside the grand suite as if nothing happened. His eyes said what he was unimpressed by the elegant decoration surrounding the unique walls and fixtures.
He then continued to the master's bedroom, stepping carelessly on the rose petals at the soft carpet which should welcome the lovers' walk. The hotel staff prepared a romantic ambiance for the room that should be a sweet haven for the lovers.But at this moment, the smell of rose petals did not seem to invite any romantic aura at all.
Still rubbing my pounding head and dragging my heavy lacy gown, I threw a nervous gaze around, trying to hide my trembling hands that massage my bruised forehead.
Wounds or any injury scared me and two things now ached me, my head and my heart.
Still, my hand rubbing my forehead, I secretly looked at my ever so quiet husband. I, too, did not utter any word as I followed him, avoiding his gaze this time.
I always dreamed that my husband would sweep me off my feet like those in Kdrama and carry me to the bridal suite, with my arms wrapped around him..
I dreamed that his tender affections would bring bursting stars on my mind, heart, and eyes.
But what I did not expect that the stars I would see are from the bruise on my forehead after he forcibly kicks back the main door, which swang to my face.
Either Albert was careless or that he intentionally swang kick the door when I was following him inside the room. I hope he was just sloppy.
Feeling a big bump growing on my head, I sensed my veins were getting raw. My fingers already felt a mass bruising up.
But the cause of this headache seemed not to care that he gave me an injury.
I could not believe his indifference. Wow.
Thus I weakly dragged the chair near the luggage cabinet and sat down, still massaging my head. I was a little dizzy, and by truth was already tired from the day's event. My excitement went a meter down.
Having hardly slept this whole week because of this excitement on my dream wedding, my emotions were now replaced with anxiety.
Albert kept ignoring me and did not speak a word, so I took it as a hint to keep quiet too.
But when I noticed that Albert was removing his jacket, I was startled. I tried to hide the blush, heating my face.
I took it as a hint and followed Albert's actions. Time to change to nightgown?