The grand hall was fully decorated with flowers and glowing light fixtures.
Guests were mingling while drinking champagne on the marble floor below.
Mark walked over toward the buffet area to greet a few close business partners.
Victoria followed him quietly while keeping her eyes fixed on the young baby.
She adjusted her sparkling blue dress and stepped directly into Mark's path.
Mark stopped firmly in his tracks while clutching his son gently.
Mark: Step aside, Victoria.
Victoria: You look stressed, Mark.
Mark: I am busy tonight.
Victoria: Let me hold the baby for a few minutes.
Mark: Absolutely not.
Victoria: I am his grandmother now.
Mark: You are a stranger to him.
Mark tried to push past her toward the open balcony doors.
Victoria caught his sleeve with a surprisingly strong grip.
Her sharp fingernails dug directly into his expensive black tuxedo fabric.
Victoria: That child takes away everything that belongs to me.
Mark: This estate belongs to my family lineage.
Victoria: We will see about that very soon.
Mark pulled his arm away from her firm grasp with deep disgust.
He walked quickly toward his legal team to discuss the family trust fund papers.
He wanted to make sure the legal paperwork secured his baby's future completely.
Victoria watched him walk away while her jaw tightened in extreme anger.
She knew the legal papers were being signed before the week ended.
If the baby survived the night, her chance at the fortune was completely gone.
She began formulating a terrible plan while standing alone near the balcony.
The loud chatter from the party below drowned out her quiet footsteps.