Susan and her Mascara.

Larry slams the car door shut, so hard that the hinges scream.

"Those entitled and proud motherfucking sons of bitches. If I were in my prime age, no one will be able to embarrass us like that. What the hell was that shitty treatment? Throwing us out of the wedding we had been looking forward to even if it was not the expected couple?!" He lets out a string of curses as Susan walks past him into the house, her shoulders sagging dramatically.

Greta descends from the car last and stares at her daughter as she goes in. "Honey, we have to do something about that marriage. Moreover, did you see those outrageous pictures she flung into my face? I have to show that snobby bitch that I am also married into a rich family."

"Think of it, it means that family had been spying on us." Larry looks around him, probably hoping to find someone with a camera slung over the neck just slinking around but no such luck. "I wish I was able to take one of it along with me so I can report them for trespassing and breaching our privacy."

"Lets go inside. I am worried about Susie."

The couple go inside and meet Susan slumped on the couch with her head in her hands.

Greta sits on the edge of the couch and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Susie darling, we can always do something about that marriage, don't let it get to you, alright?"

Susan raises her head and Greta stifles a gasp. Her black mascara has flown and thickened some inches below her eyes, giving her a haunted look. "Do it fast, did you see he kissed her?"

"Did you hear what that woman said that they slept together already?"

Susan bursts into tears and Greta gives him a look. "You are not helping."

Larry rolls his eyes as he collapses into another couch. "But think of it, that girl must be a whore because she had been feigning to be clean. Where had she met Eric for them to sleep together?"

Susan sniffles. "Maybe they just slept on the same bed. Lets not overthink, moreover, if she is impure, that family will not want her married to their son. Where was Ethan? She was supposed to marry that scumbag not my prince."

Greta pats her gently on the back. "I also wondered. Why did Eric decide to marry that obnoxious girl, Mina?"

"Don't say that witch's name beside me." Susan growls. "Did you see how she wanted to take his hand when he offered it? Did you hear those vows? Did you see the way she enjoyed the kiss?" Susan grips the roots of her hair and yells intensely, almost pulling out her own roots.

"She is a shame to this family."

Larry suddenly sits up. "You know, now that she is married to that family, we are in laws whether Queen likes it or not. Mina is technically still my daughter and I have the right to control whatever belongs to her. According to the law, a concerned family of a couple can bring a case. We just have to find the case to make."

Susan wipes her eyes. "I just thought of something. But we need to find Ethan first. I am scared of him but when it comes to liberating my prince from that witch, ill even team up with the devil>"

Greta rubs her hair gently, smiling. "Don't worry love, I'll do everything I can to make sure that that marriage does not last and you will seduce eric and be the new wife."

Susan manages a smile. "Thanks Mum. I look hideous. I have to go wash up." Standing up from the chair, Susan walks down the hallway where her own room is. She opens the door to reveal a pink themed, aesthetically pleasing girl bedroom. She has a four poster bed with drapes hanging off it on all sides. Her mirror is the princessy type that is attached to its drawers and fluffy soft bench in front if she has to do her makeup.

Susan falls back down on the bed, sighing deeply. There, on the bed, her mind replays the whole scene at the wedding.

She groans and pushes herself off the bed. She picks up her phone and searches put a name in her contacts. She has had this contact for years, hoping that she would never have to use it or that at least she would be able to use it to reach eric if need be.'

But now, she is using it for completely different reasons. She dials the number and the name shows largely on her screen.

Ethan W.

It begins to ring endlessly but no one picks it up.

She calls five more times, her foot tapping more desperate and faster than before but just as before, there is no one picking up the call.

Frustrated and desperate, she flings the phone on the bed and lets out string of curses to both Mina and Ethan.

Getting an idea, she reaches for her phone and dials Mina's number. She has never had reason to do so in years, and now she dials, the name flashing largely on the screen.

Annoying Bitch.

Mina does not pick her calls. Susan calls her a total of ten times. No response.

Even angrier, she flings the phone against the headboard of the bed and stomps into the bathroom to wash her mascara stricken face, biting the insides of her cheeks just thinking of what Eric and Mina could possibly be up to that Mina can't pick her own calls.