The grand ballroom filled with wealthy guests celebrating the annual charity gala.
Crystal chandeliers hung high above the polished marble floors of the venue.
Six-year-old Lily stood near the edge of a massive dessert table.
She wore a simple cotton dress that looked out of place.
Her father was currently stuck in traffic on the nearby highway.
Clarissa walked past the dessert table wearing a cream silk gown.
She noticed Lily reaching for a frosted red velvet cupcake.
Clarissa sneered and stepped closer to the helpless young girl.
She slapped Lily's tiny hand away with unnecessary force.
Lily gasped as her sweet treat fell onto the floor.
Tears immediately filled the young girl's large brown eyes.
Clarissa leaned in down close with a cold smile.
She told Lily that poor children did not belong here.
Lily began sobbing loudly while clutching her sore right hand.
Several guests turned their heads to see what was happening.
Nobody stepped forward to help the weeping little child.
Clarissa raised her head high and adjusted her diamond necklace.
She acted as though she had done nothing wrong at all.
The poor girl felt completely alone in the massive crowd.
She hid behind a tall potted plant to dry her eyes.