Clara stood at the top of the grand stairs in her beautiful gown.
The white fabric was covered in delicate beads that shimmered under the lights.
She looked breathtaking as every eye in the room turned toward her.
Then her eyes landed on her mother lying helpless on the cold floor.
Her face changed instantly from peaceful joy to absolute anger.
She picked up the front of her long dress and ran down the steps.
Her heels clicked rapidly against the hard stone with heavy power.
She moved through the crowd of guests like a storm breaking through.
Clara dropped to her knees immediately beside her trembling mother.
She put her arms around Martha and wrapped her in a warm embrace.
Are you hurt mom please tell me if you are okay.
Martha squeezed her daughter's hand and wiped a tear from her cheek.
I am fine sweetie please do not make a huge scene today.
Clara lifted her mother gently and helped her stand back up on her feet.
She brushed the dust off her mother's simple beige dress with care.
Then Clara turned around and faced Julian with burning eyes.
The room went totally silent as the bride stepped close to the groom.
You just laid hands on my mother in front of all these people.
Julian rolled his eyes and adjusted his expensive silk bowtie calmly.
She bumped into me because she does not know how to walk properly.
You are lying Julian and I saw exactly what you just did.
Victoria stepped forward and placed a heavy hand on Clara's shoulder.
Do not speak to my son like that on his special wedding day.
Clara slapped Victoria's hand away with a quick and sharp movement.
Do not touch me or speak another word to my mother again.
The guests gasped loudly as the tension in the room exploded higher.
Clara stepped directly into Julian's space until they were nose to nose.
Kneel down right now and apologize to her on this marble floor.
Julian laughed out loud with a mean and arrogant tone in his voice.
You think I am going to kneel for a poor lonely woman?
He took a step back and raised his chin in complete defiance.
You should be grateful that we even allowed her inside this building.
Clara did not hesitate for a single second after hearing those words.
She grabbed Julian by the lapels of his black tuxedo jacket tightly.
Her knuckles turned white as she pulled him forward toward her face.
You have no idea who my mother really is or what I can do.
Julian tried to pull away but her grip was firm and unyielding.
The entire room held its breath as the confrontation reached its peak.