Leo leaped forward with all his strength into the table legs.
The entire heavy wooden table tilted violently to the right.
The three-tier chocolate cake slid straight off the glossy top.
It smashed hard onto the clean white marble floor with a crash.
Glass plates shattered loudly into a hundred tiny pieces everywhere.
Frosting splashed across Evelyn's expensive red silk dress.
The entire room froze in utter shock and pure surprise.
The loud music seemed to stop all at once.
Everyone turned their eyes toward the small boy on the floor.
Mark dropped his knife and rushed forward to help Leo.
Mark: Leo! Are you okay? Did you fall?
Evelyn let out a loud shrieking scream of anger.
Evelyn: Look at what this brat just did!
She wiped dark chocolate frosting off her red designer dress.
Evelyn: That was a custom five-thousand-dollar designer cake!
Harold: What happened here? Is the boy alright?
Leo picked himself up off the messy marble floor.
His knees were covered in brown cream and crushed glass.
Leo: I am okay, Dad, but do not touch it!
Mark: Leo, why did you run into the table like that?
Mark looked confused and deeply embarrassed by the sudden mess.
Evelyn: He ruined your big moment on purpose, Mark!
Evelyn: Your son has no discipline or respect for anyone!
Guests started whispering and shaking their heads at Leo.
Guest: Such a shame to ruin such a nice party.
Guest: The boy clearly wanted attention from his father.
Mark held Leo gently by his small soft shoulders.
Mark: Leo, look at me and tell me the truth.
Mark: Did you stumble, or did you knock it over on purpose?
Leo looked his dad straight in the eyes without fear.
Leo: I knocked it down on purpose to save you.
Evelyn laughed loudly and shook her head in fake disgust.
Evelyn: Save him? That is the most ridiculous story ever!