Violin music floated gently across the brightly lit patio of the Vance mansion that evening.
Dozens of wealthy guests dressed in expensive gowns and suits were drinking fine champagne.
Mark Vance stood near the outdoor stone fireplace talking to a group of powerful city judges.
Victoria stood right by his side, wearing a sparkling red dress and pretending to be a loving mother.
Paramedics had checked baby Emma earlier, and she was resting safely upstairs in her nursery room.
Suddenly, the heavy iron side gates of the poolside patio swung wide open with a loud creak.
Clara walked briskly across the manicured lawn, her eyes fixed directly on Victoria's face.
The crowd went completely silent as people recognized the maid from the morning news reports.
Mark: What are you doing here?
Clara: I am here to tell everyone the truth about your wife!
Mark: Security, throw this crazy woman off my property right now!
Clara: Touch me and I will hand this video directly to every news reporter in this town!
Clara pulled the small black remote control out of her bag and held it high above her head.
Victoria's face turned completely pale, her wicked smile vanishing in an instant of sheer terror.
Victoria: She is out of her mind, Mark! Don't listen to a single word she says!
Clara: Stop her!
Victoria lunged forward, trying to snatch the small black device right out of Clara's hand.
Clara stepped back quickly, holding the device away from Victoria's reaching, sharp fingernails.
The guests gasped in utter shock as the two women stood in the center of the patio.
Before Mark could call his private security team, a young boy ran out from the house glass doors.
It was Leo, Mark's twelve-year-old son from his first marriage, holding a bright digital tablet up.
Leo: Dad! Don't let her burn it!
Mark: Leo, what are you talking about?
Leo: I connected the remote to my tablet! Watch what she did to Emma!