The Intention

"Do I really have to wear this?", Rita sighed, staring at herself in the mirror. "Yes, you have to. You're my fiancee, soon to be my wife and dressing shabbily wouldn't speak well of me", Edmundo said, fingering the necklace on her chest. Rita had never worn a gown as revealing as this. The gown was really short with an open back that clung to her hips, bringing out all her shape. She felt uncomfortable on it but she persevered only because she didn't want Edmundo to suspect her. If reverse was the case, she would happily wear this gown for Rodrigo knowing that he would appreciate it more. "Now, hurry up or we'll be late", he said. Rita stared at him through the mirror,. He adorned a navy blue suit over a white bow that made him look handsome. Rita wasn't fooled by his appearance. Deep within him, he was a gutter fighter, a ruthless man who never stopped until he got what he wanted. As they walked out of the penthouse towards a limousine no