"Noah!" Richard yelled loudly as he noticed his young son running away.
Guests stopped their private conversations to watch the little boy sprint through the hall.
His tiny shoes clicked loudly against the polished white marble surface of the floor.
Victoria gasped softly as her expensive dress was almost stepped on by Noah.
The young boy ignored every warning call coming from behind his fast moving feet.
His eyes remained locked entirely on the maid standing by the serving cart.
The maid turned around slowly after hearing the sudden rushing footsteps coming closer.
She dropped her yellow wiping cloth right onto the silver tray in shock.
Before she could react properly, the little boy threw his arms around her waist.
He buried his face deep into her beige uniform and held on tight.
A gentle gasp escaped the woman's lips as the impact pushed her back.
She instantly dropped down to her knees onto the cold hard marble ground.
Her hands trembled as she wrapped both arms around the crying child's back.
"Hey... It's okay," she whispered softly with a voice full of deep emotion.
The soft sound of party chatter died down as guests began to gather around.
Richard felt his heart beat fast like a dark pulse in his ears.
He took three quick steps forward before stopping completely dead in his tracks.
Victoria stood right beside him with her mouth wide open in utter shock.
Noah rested his cheek emotionally against the maid's right shoulder with heavy tears.
The deep cello music in the background seemed to slow down every second.
The maid pulled back slightly to look right into the young boy's eyes.
Noah looked directly into her face while his little voice trembled with fear.
"Mommy..." Noah said quietly as a heavy tear rolled down his cheek.