Chapter One: Wealthy

"WHY is that flower bouquet on the left side of the window? It's supposed to be on the right! Cant you people do anything right?" Pamela Manson sighed as she commanded the workers like a drill sergeant. Sam looked at her mother.

"Does it really matter which side the flowers are on Mom?" Mrs. Manson looked at her daughter, eyes full of shock. Her hand flew to her collar in dismay.

"Why of course it does dear! How trashy would it look if the bouquets weren't all on the same side of the window?" She paced away, continuing to order the workers around, getting a lot of glares in return.

Why couldn't Danny be here? Sam thought. She knew the answer; he was out fighting ghosts. Again. "Sometimes I wish that Danny could go one week without having to battle some ghost or another. He always got so hurt doing it… She grimaced, thinking of the last wound he had come home with. There had been a gaping wound on his shoulder where Skulker had shot him with an ectoblast. She remembered gasping and trying not to cry or puke while she bandaged him up.

"Boo," said a familiar voice behind her. She smiled knowingly and turned around. He was still invisible.

"Hey Danny," she said as she stood up. He became visible and enveloped her in his arms. She buried her face in his chest, enjoying his warmth, or at least the little warmth he had when he was a ghost.

"Oh, Daniel, you're here!" Pamela exclaimed. He looked up and smiled weakly.

"Hello Mrs. Manson," he said. She waved her hand at him.

"I'll have none of that nonsense! From now on, you call me Pamela or Mom," she said with an obviously fake plastered on smile. Danny could save the world ten times over and she would still wish her daughter was marrying an heir to an enormous fortune. Sam glared at her mom. Danny might be able to ignore her mother's obvious disdain for their marriage- she didn't not like Danny as a person, it was his lack of wealth she wasn't in love with- but Sam hated it.

"Are you sure?" Danny said with a nervous smile. He knew. He just ignored it.

"Of course!" She said. Mrs. Manson turned on her heel and walked away, the smile on her face fading as soon as they couldn't see her face. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Why couldn't she marry someone else, someone…. Richer?" she thought to herself.