“Yes way! Look baby girl, this is so Montero! You are definitely going to shut the media up with this and his sisters… they will know you are up to the task”. Dorris exclaimed. “What do you mean, shut the media up?” Angela asked, her head tilted, a bit confused. “Baby girl you are ... .officially a Montero, do you know what that means, you are this close to a goddess. You will be trending on social media for literally anything”. “Well I don't want that attention”. Angela frowned. “I know baby, that's why I created an instagram account on your behalf, you won’t believe how many people followed my…hmmm...I mean your account, but if you keep dressing like a damn virgin, they will keep mocking you, you are a public figure now for crying out lord don’t let them call you out for boring fashion”. Dorris replied. “I can’t believe this. How could you do that? I am going to have my face on the media for every single step I take and you are not helping! Why would you create an account?” Angela snapped, freaking out. “Come on, you will be alright honey, just put on the outfit, it’s hot and sexy, one thing about the internet, give them what they love, see it’s that simple” Dorris concluded. Angela shook her head in disagreement. “I need something decent and long, this is definitely not okay with me, it's too nude, bold and trendy” she replied and chose another. “You are unbelievable, Angela! Although your choice is still glamorous, so a win for both of us, good thing the designers got incredible taste, those dresses are to die for”. Dorris mouthed with a heartily sigh. ***** Antonio's grandma Elizabeth was sitting in her armchair, her eyes fixed on Antonio as he paced the floor, smoking a cigarette. "You've been neglecting Angela," she said, her tone firm. "And I think that's why she fainted." Antonio stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowed. "That's ridiculous," he said, his voice defensive. “The doctor said stress and something about malnutrition”. Elizabeth shook her head. "You know that's not an excuse," she said. "A good man makes time for his bride to be, no matter how busy he is to ensure she is not stressed and healthy. Angela is young and fragile, and she needs your support. She's been through a lot and you need to be there for her, Antonio”. “Through a lot of dicks you mean”. Antonio muttered, as the words of Angela came replaying in his head about his size. “What was that?” Elizabeth asked, unable to get his words clearly. "I'll try," he said, his voice wavering. "I promise, I will try my best. I hope that will make you happy?” “Come here Antonio”. Antonio stomped the cigar and walked towards her. Elizabeth reached out and took Antonio's hand, her eyes full of compassion. "I know you will but don't do it to make me happy" she said. "Just remember that it's not about the grand gestures. It's about the little things, the everyday moments. The moments that let her know that you care." “That sounds so boring and lame”. “Antonio Montero!” His grandmother snapped, pissed with him. *** “He will love this look”. The first said. “You look so beautiful, my lady”. Second said. “You look lovely, my lady”. The third commented. The maids were having a great time, Angela could tell but not quite sure why. They seem to be very pleased with their work on her body. She stepped into the elevator and thumbed the button. Five minutes ago, the video call with her best friend ended and reality hit her. She is going to be a part of the Montero family soon! The elevator opened and she stood there, she didn't expect to see Antonio waiting for her in the room. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment. Now she understood why the maids were saying all that, they knew he would be here waiting for her to make an entrance. He was all dressed up reading a magazine with his image on the cover. He modelled for a men’s underwear, his huge hand was pressed at the back of his head in a pose, his lips slightly open and his hazel eyes dimmed, his abs was hard for her eyes to ignore, no doubt that the editor must have also been attracted to it too and decided to use that particular one for the cover. She stepped into the room and the elevator went back to its secret wall, but Antonio didn’t make any sign of acknowledgement, her eyes shifted from the magazine to him. He was in a black suit with his usual open button shirt, his hair was styled as if he would be going on a movie stage probably as the hot CEO. Angela was getting impatient.. Was he purposely ignoring my presence? As if he heard her, he looked up from the magazine and their eyes met. Her heart skipped a beat that instant. At first he had a straight expressionless look, Angela cursed within herself for ever expecting a compliment from him. Then all of a sudden his eyes lit up as if they were stars in them, those eyes definitely loved what they saw, although the dirtiness in them was quite obvious not a surprise they belonged to a pervert! He walked to her and took her hair in his hands. “Congratulations on your new look Freckles, you look different….. better”. Angela flipped her hair back in place. Even with my freckles hidden with the makeup this brat still calls me by that name! He moved closer to her. What is he doing! Angela yelled inside, as his hot breath fanned her neck, painting the skin around her neck pink. “I have never complimented a woman's beauty before, may I say.., you look better than most low lives I know”. He said and stood up straight, smiling broadly, Angela tried hard to frown back so bad but instead her cheeks stained red and she looked away embarrassed. Was that even a compliment!