I Got Married, SO WHAT?!

The five-star hotel in Los Angeles was full of celebrities. Tonight was the engagement feast for the MF Enterprise's Mark Fisher and Stiles Group second daughter, Samantha Stiles." Mark?... Which room is it?" Before the wedding ceremony, Samantha was dizzy and left the banquet hall.Samantha pressed a phone to her ear as she walked out of the hall, on a call to her fiancee."6607." Mark's voice was cold on the phone, as if he had held back the love he had for her in the past."Evelyn has asked me that are you trying to give me a surprise before our engagement?" Samantha's cheeks were covered with a cute pink blush, and her little face flushed from the drinking. "...Do you want me to be yours first? But our first time should be saved until we get married. Anyway, we waited for two years. " Samantha continues, her voice slightly slurred, obviously she was tipsy."I'm not kidding you, come up quickly."Mark hung up.Couldn't he wait for getting her, so impatient...Samantha blinked. She

Betrayed enormously, and feeling very down, she doesn't exit the room and just stays on the bed all day, thinking over and over again about the unfairness that had been meted out to her.What could she have done?Mark was her lover and boyfriend for years and now that they are about to marry, her own family comes in her way? The same family that was fawning over her not up to twenty four hours before?Samantha kept moving and turning over and over again. When food delivery came in the afternoon, she didn't open the door for them to come in because, partly she had not even heard the door ring and food was most certainly the last thing on her mind at that moment.Towards the evening, she stands up from the bed, wears her pink gown again from the night before and sets out to get answers to her questions and truths to what seems to be lies at the moment.She earnestly wishes it's all just a silly prank that would be over as soon as she shows up at home. That her family will all just laugh

"Elena, I want the file with the proposition MF made.""In a minute sir."Claude drops the telephone and has his eyes fixed on the news in New York at the moment."Yes, we have Intel from a reliable source right now that Miss Samantha has just been disowned by her family after showing up at home in a mangled gown and messy hair, obviously, the aftermath of a steamy night with someone we've yet to identify. Tune in this time tomorrow for the wedding clips. Up next..."The TV goes blank.Samantha...Could she be the same Samantha Stiles? Claude is momentarily distracted by his thoughts and didn't hear Elena, his secretary come in with the documents he had requested for.She drops the file on his table, almost touching him. He quickly withdraws his hand and notices a small document on top of the others."What's this?" He asks, holding it up."It's the reprinted invitation letter that came from MF this afternoon.""I see. You can go."She bows and leaves the room. Ford opens the paper an

Samantha steps out of the elevator into a wide hallway with different doors on the sides but a particular door is open with people coming in and out of the room. They all have numbers pinned to their shirts.She walks up to a lady who's sitting alone, reading something looking like a pamphlet. "Excuse me. Please where do we get numbers?""You just arrived? Go to that woman, she'll assign you a number. You have to hurry though because they can get to the last number before yours quick and when that happens, well, sorry."Samantha nods and gets her number immediately. She gently attaches the pin to her shirt. It reads in large numeric writing "32"She goes back to sit beside the lady from before and settles down beside her. She peeks at her number. She's number 30.A man exits the room sniffling hard and eyes red. The two ladies watch him go."Is it that bad in there?""It's terrible. Bad is an understatement. They are hiring just five people this year and there are still people coming.

The entire day after Samantha got her job acceptance message has been all fun and colourful. She's happy at herself at making such an achievement all by herself, without an external help from any influential person like her parents used to.All of Tuesday is spent shopping for the perfect and most official clothes they can find in Samantha's size. They had sorted everything and at the end of the stressful day, they had eaten out and then went house surfing.Samantha had already looked up some cost friendly and okay apartments for a single lady like her, and kept some pictures and addresses so they can go check them out later. In all the excitement, they play matchmaking for the clothes and Samantha picks up the clothes she will be wearing on her first day.It's a light red suit pant and cream shirt."How do I look?""Wow. Chic and official. Official Chic. You're fit to be one of those beautiful and sexy secretaries that get their bosses in the end.""What? Not that boss. I didn't even