SAMANTHA
"I've never hosted a freaking ball, heck I have never even thrown myself a birthday party before!" I was plunged into a thousand-foot-deep void of distress and pandemonium.
Earlier that day, my newly assigned caretaker had come to inform me that I would be hosting the family's annual ball, the Don's orders. The way she put it, "As the new wife of the house, it's one of your duties". I shrugged, the discomfort in my stomach was twisting my intestines into tight Bantu knots.
"You lot had a movie night?, isn't that sexy?!" Arla sang on, totally ignoring the actual bone in my throat.
"Everything is sexy to you isn't it?" Arla loved the positives, any chance she got to sway from the negatives she took it in a heartbeat.
"A few things, your man tops the chart".
"He's not my man! And you are not listening to me". I had to restrain myself from shouting my lungs into obliteration.
