David: Which pillow is it, darling?[cite: 1]
Lily: The one from the guest bedroom upstairs, Daddy![cite: 1]
Victoria: David, this is humiliating! You aren't seriously entertaining this child's ridiculous games, are you?!
David: Victoria, sit back down. Lily, tell Daddy exactly what you saw.
Lily: I saw her put it in the cupboard. There were flowers on it.[cite: 1]
Victoria gasped loudly, stumbling slightly against her chair as she clutched her silver sequin dress[cite: 1]. Vanessa pushed past the waiters in her yellow gown, her face pale and filled with frantic anxiety under the bright lights[cite: 1].
Vanessa: She's just a child![cite: 1]
Lily: I saw her strap it around her waist in the dressing room before dinner![cite: 1]
Vanessa: She doesn't know what she's talking about, David! She's confused because she misses her mother!
David: Stop talking, Vanessa! Why are you defensive all of a sudden?!
Victoria: David, darling, please! My doctor told me stress is dangerous for the baby! We should leave right now!
David: If you're really pregnant with my child, Victoria, why are your hands shaking like that?
Lily pointed her small finger upward toward the ceiling, looking at her father with a confident, innocent smile[cite: 1].
Lily: Mom saw it too.[cite: 1]
Vanessa froze in her tracks, her face turning into a mask of pure horror as she gasped for air[cite: 1]. The dining hall fell into dead silence, every guest leaning forward in suspense[cite: 1].
David: What did you say, Lily? Your mother has been gone for two years. How could she have seen it?
Lily: In her room upstairs! Her painting moved, and the little red light was blinking on the wall!
David: The security camera behind Sarah's portrait...
Victoria: Security camera?! What security camera?!
David: My late wife installed a nanny cam behind her portrait in the master suite corridor three years ago. I completely forgot it was linked to the central server.
Vanessa: David, you can't go looking at old security footage during our annual charity gala!
David: I can, and I will. In fact, we are all going to check the master suite right now.
David stood up to his full height, his tuxedo jacket square against his shoulders as he gestured toward the grand staircase[cite: 1].
David: Victoria, Vanessa... after you.
Victoria: I am not walking up those stairs to be interrogated like a criminal!
David: If you have nothing to hide, Victoria, then walking up those stairs shouldn't be a problem at all.
Vanessa: David, think about your family's reputation! The press is outside!
David: My reputation is fine, Vanessa. But my trust in both of you is hanging by a thread.