When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)

Chapter 42: The Hardest Question Samanan Ever Had to Ask

Samanan Anantrakul didn't get nervous.

Or at least, that's what she always told herself.

She had stared down school bullies without blinking, walked into business meetings with CEOs twice her age without flinching, and handled high-pressure negotiations like they were casual conversations. Nothing rattled her. Nothing made her waver.

Nothing except this.

Sitting stiffly in the living room of one of the most powerful couples in the entertainment industry, hands clasped together so tightly her knuckles were turning white, Sam knew—without a doubt—this was the scariest thing she had ever done.

Freen Sarocha Armstrong Chankimha and Rebecca 'Becky' Patricia Armstrong Chankimha sat across from her, exuding the kind of effortless confidence that made people nervous even when they weren't trying to be intimidating.

And they were definitely trying right now.

It wasn't like they were glaring or crossing their arms in disapproval. No, it was worse. They were just watching her. Studying. Assessing. Their expressions unreadable.

It was ridiculous, really. Sam had been in their home a hundred times. She had eaten dinner with them, talked with them, even played with Pin when she was just a baby while they watched. They had seen her at her best and worst.

But this? This was different.

Because today, she wasn't just Mon's girlfriend.

She was the woman who wanted to marry their daughter.

And that? That put her under an entirely different level of scrutiny.

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"So," Becky finally said, breaking the unbearable silence. She leaned back, crossing her legs, one perfectly shaped eyebrow arched. "You wanted to talk to us about something?"

Sam swallowed. "Yes."

She took a deep breath, trying to settle the nerves that were crawling up her spine like spiders.

You got this, Samanan. You've fought tougher battles.

Except none of those battles involved asking permission to marry the love of her life from two women she had spent years admiring.

Because truthfully? Sam had been a fan of them before she had even met Mon.

She had been younger when she first saw them on screen—Freen with her effortless charm, Becky with her fiery intensity. They had dominated every space they entered, built an empire with their love and talent. Sam had respected them, looked up to them, and yes, maybe even had a tiny celebrity crush on them at some point.

And now?

Now she had to convince them that she was worthy of their daughter.

No pressure.

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"You look nervous," Freen observed, tilting her head slightly.

Sam hesitated. "I... wouldn't say nervous."

Becky smirked. "You should be."

Sam almost choked. Oh, god. She's enjoying this.

"Relax, Sam," Freen said with a small smile. "We're not going to bite."

Sam wasn't so sure about that.

She cleared her throat, straightening her shoulders. "I wanted to ask for your blessing. To marry Mon."

Another silence. A beat too long.

Becky just stared at her, her sharp blue eyes unblinking.

Sam had never felt so thoroughly examined in her life.

"Marriage, huh?" Becky finally said, tapping her nails lightly against the armrest. "That's a big step."

"I know," Sam said quickly. "And I know that it's a lifetime commitment. I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't absolutely sure."

Freen exchanged a glance with Becky. "And you're sure?"

Sam nodded, her voice firm. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

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Becky leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and for the first time, her expression softened just slightly.

"You love her?"

Sam didn't even have to think. "With everything I have."

"You'll protect her?"

"Always."

"You'll make her happy?"

"I will do everything in my power to make sure she never stops smiling."

Becky studied her for another long moment before leaning back.

Freen, who had been silently watching the entire exchange, finally spoke.

"You know, we always knew this day would come," she mused, her voice lighter now. "Mon was never the type to settle for anything less than someone who would love her the way she deserved."

Becky sighed dramatically. "And unfortunately, that person is you."

Sam blinked. "Wait—does that mean...?"

Becky rolled her eyes. "Of course, you have our blessing, you idiot."

Sam let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "Oh, thank god."

Freen laughed. "We would've said yes from the start, but we had to make you sweat a little."

Sam groaned. "You're evil."

Becky smirked. "Mon's our daughter. You thought you were getting off easy?"

Sam shook her head, but she was smiling now, the nerves slowly melting away.

"So... you're really okay with this?" she asked hesitantly.

Freen reached across the table, resting her hand over Sam's. "We're more than okay with it, Sam. We want this for Mon. We want her to have someone who will love her, cherish her, and support her in everything she does."

Becky nodded. "And as much as I hate to admit it, that person is you."

Sam's chest felt impossibly warm.

"Thank you," she said sincerely. "I won't let you down."

Freen grinned. "You'd better not. Otherwise, you'll have to deal with us."

Becky smirked. "And trust me, Sam. You don't want that."

Sam swallowed. Yeah, definitely the scariest thing she had ever done.

But worth it.

So, so worth it.

Because at the end of the day—

She was one step closer to making Mon her wife.