1 Shattered hearts

The lavish hall was well-adorned and decorated. People were in awe of the luxurious enrichment of the Palace hall and it would not be a lie to say that they were staring at the golden sparkling, gargantuan chandelier with a hint of jealousy. Everyone was strutting in their expensive fur coats and gowns. Men wore extremely pricey suits that a poor man can only dream of. There was a glint of pride or one can say arrogance in their eyes. Ladies were dressed as if they were ready to start a photo shoot at any next minute. Their ornaments were those that we see in glamour magazines. Their hair were glossy and shiny. Their clothes reeked of money and only money. Many women looked like they had gone under the knife by their extremely plump lips and razor sharp jaws and noses.

Why do these celebrities annihilate their natural beauty? They even know that the ultimate results will push them to deep anxiety and make them feel artificial and refined. Do they want to destroy themselves while knowing the consequences? Mariza risket thought to herself.

She heard footsteps approaching her from behind and someone tapped lightly on her shoulders Mariza pivoted on her shoes to see Ma'am Malifiya standing in her immaculate gown with her hair in Frizzy curls and waves ,her face contorted into a mocking smile.

''What are you doing here Mariza?'' she said with a hint of anger in her voice

Ma'am Malifiya was the wife of most powerful man of Thunder bay. It's a city full of respectable and venerable entrepreneurs, lawyers and world's most renowned surgeons. Above all of them was the well-reputable and highly-educated industrialist 'Kenfey Archer', a business magnate, the founder of the Ford Kenfey production, philanthropist, humanitarian, investor and what not. Archer family was the one of the most affluent families of the world.

Their business was not only limited to Thunder bay because their deals, investors, clients were all over the world. Mariza bit down on her bottom lip thinking of an excuse. How could she talk to this woman when she was looking at her as if she was nothing more than filth.

''It's an event and I'm here to help with the decorations, do you have a problem?'' Mariza said tying to control her nerves. Malifiya slightly narrowed her eyes, her face became expressionless then she said with slight disdain on her face ''I only have problem with your worn-out and old-fashioned clothes. You don't fit in it in this society let alone attend this prestigious function of my son's birthday party''.

These were Mariza's favorite clothes that she could wear to at least to pretend being a little better to come to this function. Why were rich people so obsessed with clothes and jewels? I mean aren't we all going to be enshrouded by dust one day so where are they going to take this pride and ego? Grave, duh.

Mariza smiled sweetly, "If you hate me so much, why don't you just walk away? I mean it must be suffocating for you my madam to look at such a lowly creature like me"

Malifiya put a smile on her face that quite didn't reach her eyes "The audacity you have needs a standing ovation Mariza" she paused for a moment and said, "Filth like you needs to stay in her room"

Before Mariza could articulate a reply, Malifiya walked away.