My perfect fit

I stood in front of the mirror, watching my reflection absent mindedly as I was dressed into my wedding dress.

I was dressed up by the make up artists my parents had hired for the purpose. I know it was a sham marriage and all, and I admit that she and I were not exactly on filial terms. But I guess somehow, somewhere in the depths of my mind, I still hoped that my mother would have showed up for me. Maybe if she did, I would have grudgingly received her, or maybe if she had, I would have ignored her. But I just thought that having her, a family member by my side on this very awkward day would have made the day less stressful for me. But she didn't show up, and I had to be strong for myself.

For a sham wedding, Jordan had sure gone out of his ways, sparing no expense in his budget for the dress. The wedding gown looked like something that would be featured in vogue bridals, if there was anything like that. It was an ivory and silver strapless sequin dress, that slightly arched out at my hips, raining down in streams of silver and droplets of diamond, down to my feet. Somehow, the dress managed to look both classic and simple enough for a garden marriage at the same time. It fit so perfectly to my body, and I had to give credit to whoever picked it out. I was almost sure my mother picked it out herself. Because only she could have known my size so perfectly. My neck and ears were also adorned with some high quality diamond. I could tell that they were of high quality because I had been privileged to model a diamond jewelry during one of my biggest jobs. Back then, I had been privileged enough to learn a thing or two about diamonds from one of the jewelers I had worked with. The diamond I had worked with on that job was in no way close in quality to this diamond I had on me for my sham wedding. They were shaped like small droplets of rain.

"You are all set!" One of the women dressing me up announced, as she stood up straight. Assessing her work.

"You look gorgeous!" The second woman said, smiling bright. "Like a real life princess."

I forced a smile in response. It would have been rude if I didn't smile back while they were smiling at me.

"Thank you." I replied.

"Your husband made a fine choice with that dress! He sure knows what fits you well." The first woman said.

"Wait, what?" I cried as I quickly turned around to face her. "What do you mean? Did Jordan pick this dress out by himself?" I asked.

"Yes, your husband did it all by himself. He picked out the dress, the jewelries and shoes. Everything by himself." The woman replied. "When he came to the store, we asked him why he did not come along with the bride. He told us he would rather do it by himself. Then he took one glance at our collection and picked out this dress. We suggested that he should pick an alternative dress just in case this one doesn't work, or at least have you check the gown just in case we need to make any amendments. But he just told us confidently, 'it will fit her perfectly! I know her body well.', and he was right after all. He knows your body well alright." The woman said, smiling suggestively.

"I can already see your future ahead together. I am not a fortune teller, but I can be sure that there will be a lot of surprise dress presents!" The second woman said gleefully. "You see, if men find just one thing they are good at, they use that one card forever. Just to remind you that they at least have one good card. Your husband seems like that kind of man. He looked so proud to have been doing the shopping for you, all by himself. I believe he didn't want to stress you, that's why he didn't tell you." She said.

"I think so too. Seeing that he didn't even tell her that he had done it, I believe he did it just so she would relax and concentrate on getting ready for their big day." The first woman said, smiling broadly. "Now usually, I am of the strong opinion that women should have full control of what they choose to wear for their big day. But this? This is an exception. It's too sweet to hate on. Your husband is a gem young lady. You are one lucky damsel." She said, and I smiled halfheartedly.

"Here! Let's have some finishing touches. Dot the 'I's and cross the 'T's." The woman said as they spun me around and began to add some final touches to my make up.

As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I began to marvel at how Jordan could have picked out such a perfect dress for me. Even I could not have done such a fine job for myself. I decided that he probably either had a very good eye, or he probably knew a thing or two about fashion and body types. And as I thought about that, I realized that I didn't even know what Jordan did for a living. I knew next to nothing about him! He had not mentioned anything about himself to me, and I had never bothered to ask.

I was about to walk down the aisle to meet a man that I didn't know anything about. I didn't know where he lived, and I was probably going to live there too for however long our sham marriage would last, I didn't know what he did, I didn't even know his last name! A last name I was supposed to take on for a number of years. I knew nothing about Jordan, and yet, I was supposed to marry him!

I wanted to laugh at myself, but I couldn't even bring myself to. Two weeks ago, I had sworn to myself that I would never get into any relationship with anyone ever again, until I had found out everything about him till the very last detail. But here I was, standing in front of a mirror, getting ready to walk down the aisle and marry a complete stranger who I knew nothing about, except for the fact that he was supposed to be related to Daren. Even that, I had not confirmed. I mean, he had not allowed me to meet Daren yet, and neither had anybody identified him as a relative of Daren.

For all I knew, this man could have been lying since the start, and here I was, about to get married to him!