"Whatever! You're drinks are… Shit, anyway! You know that!" Marzia slurs her words as she sits on the sidewalk, yelling at the door of the establishment that just kicked her out. "Shit! Haha! All of your drinks are s—shit! I'm gonna rate you motherfuckers a 0.2 on yelp!"
After her scandalous exit, Marzia found herself walking around the red-light district again. Tens of men are trying to approach her for a good night, but the vulnerable woman is too distraught that she would curse and insult every single person that came her way. Eventually, she found Firenza lounge by the cul-de-sac. Luxurious cars are parked upfront, so it's obvious that this place is not your ordinary bar. It's for people with unmatchable net worth.
"Heh!" Marzia hiccuped, adding, "This place seems nice!"
Then, she dragged herself along the glass entrance. Quickly, the big stout bouncer stopped her from advancing any further. "Excuse me, miss. You're not allowed here. This place is exclusive to club members only. Do you have a card?"
Marzia's eyes nictitated. She looped her lips into a smirk while fuddling at a giddy gait. In the heat of her hazy mind, she slapped her hands on the man's cheeks, though lightly.
"This is a free country, mister! I have the right to go there! Don't worry, I'll behave," she said, pointing inside with extended lips.
"Please ma'am. As much as we want to—"
He was cut off when Marzia abruptly rebutted in a more insistent manner. "Come on! Let me in!" She pushed him and added, "I don't care about your shit policies! I want to go there!"
When the bouncer was about to block her again, she circumvented out of his way, turning to the spot of his blindside. Miraculously, she was able to slip inside the area.
"What the f—" the bouncer mutters.
Laughing like a mad woman, Marzia sprinted across the commodious until she reached the halls. It's a miracle that her flowy dress didn't get caught up in anything. Without thinking, she burst into a private room on the left side of the corridor.
The moment she pushed the door open, a dark-haired man greeted her blurry gaze with bewilderment. Squinting her eyes and opening them back again, Marzia noticed people who looked like they had no fun in their life. Wearing the same boring suit as the tall man, their eyes shifted to her as though they had seen a ghost.
Marzia scrunched her nose. "Hey, there! What's up?!"
"Excuse me? Who the hell are you?!" the man in front of a projection board sneered. He then walked forward and roughly snatched Marzia's left arm with gritted teeth, pulling her away from the people with serious faces.
Marzia wiggled out of his grasp and tilted her head to take a good look at his face. With her drunken vision, she scrutinized him intently. His eyebrows were arched, but not naturally curved upward. His nose was straight, aquiline, and refined; while his eyes, somehow, looked familiar, as though she had seen them before.
She leans closer to him, peering as if he's an artwork in need of scrutinization. Rubbing her eyes back and forth, Marzia's vision turned vivid and as the sight before her became clearer, she was taken aback.
Her jaw clenched in frustration.
Whilst spouting angrily, she slapped the stranger on the cheeks. "Scott! You fucking asshole! After leaving me at the altar, I'll find you here in a club with a bunch of Michael Scott-looking assholes in front of you?! How dare you! How dare you leave me on the day of our wedding!" She cried hysterically and used both her palms to pummel him continuously.
"What the hell are you saying? I don't know you! Are you crazy?" He lightly hisses as he eyes his potential investors with a baffled countenance.
"Oh my gosh! And now, you're saying that you don't know me? You're heartless!" Marzia blared, making the man's face even more flushed.
"What the?!" He looked behind, adding, "I swear! I don't know her! Get away from me, woman!" He tried to push her off of him, but Marzia's adrenaline rush came to her rescue. She's unusually strong for a drunk and broken-hearted woman.
Just then, a man in his fifties stood up from his seat and walked toward the two. With a dismal expression on his face, he says, "I apologize, Mr. Harrison. But I just want to tell you that I value the image of my station and can't let controversies like this affect it. If this is how unprofessional you are, then I guess I have to rethink our deal."
"N—No! Mr. Chire, this isn't what you think. I—" Ian wiped his mouth in frustration and placed his hands on his hips as Marzia tugged his wrist. "I don't know this woman. This won't stir any controversy. She—"
Once again, Ian's words were cut off when Marzia slapped his face.
"I'm your fucking fiancée!" she cried, clinging to his shoulders as she buried her face in his chest.
Another investor came up to him. "This is reprehensible, Mr. Harrison! We don't care about your problems in your personal life, but this is preposterous! First, you decided to meet us here in this kind of place. Then, we come to see this woman claiming you abandoned her or something? And look at her! She's a mess in her wedding dress! Listen, I'm a feminist. Even though she basically insulted us, do you expect us to believe you still? We change our mind and we can't continue this deal with you!"
Ian felt like a huge boulder just piled drive into him. "No! This is all a misunderstanding—" He tried to explain as he tossed Marzia to the side.
But everyone's heads have already rolled around the room. Each of them walked out in a beeline, having none of Ian's explanation.
In a matter of seconds, only Marzia and Ian remained inside the room. Ian looked at Marzia with indignation. On the other hand, she's already laying on the couch, looking disheveled.
Ian quickly grabbed the intoxicated woman. Pulling her towards him, he spat, "What the hell are you doing woman? You just ruined my best chance of getting that deal!"
Marzia looked up at him with squinted eyes. Her tears began to run down from the corners of her eyes. "This is all your fault… Scott, why? What did I do to deserve that, huh? I gave you everything… I let you control me. I followed your family's orders. I changed myself to fit you… I don't even know who I am anymore, and yet, you still left me on the day I needed you the most…" Marzia began to softly cry.
It stunned Ian. Admittedly, he was taken aback by her crystal tears. He pursed his lips and looked away, muttering, "Damn it…" He felt the need to let this go since his heart ached for her sorrow. He wanted to let the girl know how furious he was, but as soon as he saw the glob of tears shining from her eyes, he couldn't do it. However, before he could do anything to coax her, someone barged inside the private room again. "Here you are!" the bouncer along with the manager looked at Marzia with fierce eyes.
Slowly, Ian moves his hands away from her and steps back, wanting to let these two know that everything is fine. "N—No. It's fine—" Once again, Ian was cut off.
"No. We apologize for this inconvenience, Sir. We assure you that this won't happen again! We've called the police and they are waiting downstairs! She'll be arrested for disturbance and trespassing," the manager said.
Ian's eyes widened. "W—What? No! There's no need for that—"
"Come here, woman!" the bouncer dauntingly said and pulled Marzia over, who has no strength remaining to fight back. Then, he dragged her away, leaving Ian on the trail as the manager stepped behind him.
"Hey, I said it's fine! It's not that big of a deal!" Ian said.
"Sir, I appreciate the sarcasm, but we will really do anything to fix this! We can offer you discounts and free stays—" the manager convinced, but Ian just shook his head at him and ran towards the exit.
"Sir Ian!" Romeo appeared beside him as they got to the door. "What happened? I saw Mr. Chire walk out with his minions!"
Ian kept his gaze at the woman, who was forcefully stuffed inside the police mobile, her puffy gown protruding as the bouncer slammed the door shut. With no further explanation, the police car drove away, and Ian's eyes could only watch the rear of the speeding vehicle.
"Sir Ian?" Romeo asked his boss. "Was that the bride we saw earlier? What happened to her?"
Gritting his teeth, Ian looked behind and annoyingly eyed Romeo. "You said Mr. Chire is a sleazebag! He hated that we set the meeting here! You're fired!" Ian then walked to his car with heavy strides.
"Oh, sorry! That's what I heard from Sir Calloway! Sir, you don't mean that, right?" Romeo quickly followed him. Of course, Ian meant none of that.
…
"Woman, get out!"
Marzia's eyes fluttered open upon hearing a deep voice. She knuckled her lids and looked upfront. "Where a—am I?" she asks, slowly gaining consciousness of her surroundings. Red and blue streaks struck her face as the cold breeze coming from an open door swept her off her feet. She looked to the side and saw an ominous figure.
"Get out and come with me." It's a police officer, and Marzia hasn't been this confused since earlier when Scott ran away.
"Eh?"
Huffing, the police officer muttered, "You left me with no choice."
In the next moments, the cop held the delicate woman by her arms and pulled her forward. Marzia didn't even have enough time to react as she was already plunged into a single cell. Since she's the only woman there, she's by herself, though other inmates can see her from the other side.
The bars made a hissing sound as they closed on Marzia. "Officer! Wait, no! Please, let me explain! I don't know what I did!"
Chuckling, the cop muttered, "Yeah, we got a lot of those." He proceeded to lock her inside without hearing her out.
"No... Don't leave me alone here," Marzia tearfully calls, but her voice is already hoarse.
"Don't worry, miss. We can keep you company. Hehe... What's your name? I'm Boris, arrested for public nudity. I see you're into cosplay as well. I like me some naughty girls..." A creepy mongrel from another cell told her with the creepiest smile ever.
In the end, Marzia can only sob quietly, tucking her face in her arms whilst pinning her back against the grimy prison wall.
'This is the worst day of my life...'