Car ride.

For a particular female, the night was a hectic one, didn't get good sleep and then was haunted by full images of herself, drugged and completely out of it, dressed in a pink gown, short hair bouncing in every direction, walking down a hallway to the wrong room, admiring a strange man's husky voice while thinking of her fiancee and passing out right under him.

What used to be a nightmare.

Samantha wakes up with a jerk, sweaty all over even though the windows are open and the room is cool.

Her eyes go straight to the clock on the wall and it's already eight thirty am.

"Shit."

First word of the day, is a curse word.

Can the day get any better?

Now that she knows fully well that the man that always lurked at the back of her mind, always seeming familiar and distant at the same time, is her boss and the same man that the whole world knows she is engaged to.

The same man who managed to show up everytime she's going through a moment, embarrassing or not.

In an hour, she's sitting down at