The bright daylight streamed through the high windows of the Dallas mansion ballroom, reflecting off the grand crystal chandelier and pristine marble floors. In the background, framed American flag decor hung neatly on the immaculate wall. Music played soft piano notes as guests in tuxedos and designer gowns sipped champagne, celebrating what was supposed to be the union of two prominent families.
Margaret: Victoria, my dress feels a bit tight, dear... could you help me sit down?
Victoria: Of course, Mom. Let's get you to that armchair near the head table.
Victoria, wearing a sleek white gown with subtle freckles dusting her cheekbones, gently guided her frail mother across the polished floor. Margaret was seventy-two years old, her hands trembling slightly as she leaned heavily on her daughter's arm. But before Margaret could settle onto the upholstered chair, a shadow fell over them.
Chad: What is this old lady doing at the head table?
Victoria: Chad? She's my mother! She needs to sit down, her legs are weak today.
Chad: She doesn't belong up here with my family, Victoria. She's dressed like she bought her dress at a thrift store.
Margaret: I'm sorry, young man... I didn't mean to cause any trouble...
Chad: Get lost, old woman.
Before anyone could react, Chad stepped forward with a cold sneer and forcefully shoved Margaret off the chair. The elderly woman gasped in terror as she lost her balance, crashing heavily onto the hard marble floor. Shocked gasps echoed across the grand ballroom as crystal glasses rattled on the surrounding tables.
Victoria: MOM!
Chad stood tall in his black tuxedo, looking down at the groaning, defenseless woman with absolute ice in his eyes.
Chad: Trash belongs on the ground.
Victoria's blood ran cold as she dropped to her knees beside her fallen mother. Tears of panic and fierce protection welled in her eyes as she checked Margaret's wrist and hips. She turned her head upward toward her fiancé, her face twisting into boiling, furious outrage.
Victoria: YOU WORTHLESS HUNK! GET OUT OF HERE!
Chad only smirked, casually adjusting his cufflinks as if he hadn't just committed a brutal assault in front of two hundred wealthy guests. But Victoria was far from finished with him.