' God I hate these effing parties that dad puts me into. So much for to impress on the other's night. I don't understand how shinning on other's night rises our reputation or his reputation when it'll be forgotten within a decade or even less '
Samara grumbles padding hard accelerator of her newly bought car, which also was her dad's forced strategy to attract media's attention. She dials Susan's number again for the 7th time after getting out of the boring party but her little one doesn't pick up and it kept going on her voicemail.
She gently rubs her cheeks that hurting a bit because of all the fake smiles and laugh she put on for her business associates and media's questions. After Susan left the party in Cinderella style with her modern douche Columbus fiance , she and her dad had
