AUTHOR'S POV
The Hall was decorated with Marie’s favorite colors—from balloons to tablecloths and from cutlery to decor—all covered in purple.
Dominic arrived, stepping out of the car. He held Samantha’s hands to help her out, with Jumi trailing behind.
There were no reporters at the event; it was peaceful. A couple of family friends hung out outside, chatting. As they walked inside, Samantha admired the magnificent decorations; they were beautiful and magnificent. She wondered how much had been spent on them. The attendees all looked sophisticated and rich. Their eyes, especially the young women, gave her spiteful looks. She ignored them, knowing they assumed she was Dominic’s girlfriend, unaware that she was just his assistant.
As they moved forward, Samantha saw Dominic’s mom, Marie
