The restaurant was packed with the social elites. It was a five star establishment, which was partly the only reason her father chose the place for the celebration. They were seated quickly, because they had made a reservation several days prior, by a young host. He smiled at Sam, who smiled politely but without conviction. She was still hesitant about relationships after the year prior when she had her heart broken. "Samantha." Only her parents called her by her full name, so Sam immediately looked over towards her mother. "Sit down, please." Sam looked down at the seat in front of her before sitting quickly. She looked around to see that a couple of her parents' friends were waiting for her to sit before they did as well. It was only polite; this was her celebration after all. "What are you going to school for?" asked her father's friend as they situated before the waitress came by. "Photography," she answered simply. She didn't want them to be here. She thought it would only be her and her parents. That was the way it was supposed to be, wasn't it? Sam would be damned if she said more than she had to around these people. But she also couldn't be impolite, it would not please her mother. And her mother had a sharp tongue.