Although the party people were constantly trying to have a conversation with me but I was just too uncomfortable, and to make matters worst Martin had just left me alone myself to handle them.
Who the hell is she !
I bet shes just some slut he rented, no way he would really be married to someone like her!
Curse that woman!
She's asking all mighty and avoiding answering our questions!
I bet she thinks she's now number one!
I bet Mr Martin would divorce her immediately!
Look at that dress!
I know it must cost millions!
I must say her shoe Is amazing
And her figure
Who knows she might be secretly rich
She is beautiful
You know if I had that woman, I would never let her leave the door step of my bedroom.
...
All sort of comments were being said, she was cursed the most.
She wanted to cry, she felt so alone.
Martin who are you !
And why are you doing this to me !
He had just left me alone with people I had never met before.
And then it got me, the bathroom!
You could always go there to cry and no one would notice.
I took my time when I got to the bathroom, and when I was sure I had gathered enough courage I was going to step out when somebody suddenly blocked me, pulling me hard by the arm to hard that it left a tear on my skin, and when I turned around.
Daisy !
What do you want now.