Clara reached up with both hands toward the top of her wet head.
She pulled off the heavy grey wig in one smooth motion.
She removed the thick glasses and set them down on the small table.
Underneath the grey disguise was a woman with strong and familiar features.
Victoria took a quick step back as her breath caught in her chest.
She recognized the woman instantly from old family photographs in the office.
This was not just a random housekeeper hired from an agency.
This was the real owner of the entire estate and the family trust fund.
Clara: You always were too quick to show your cruel nature.
Victoria: What are you doing dressed like a common servant in my home?
Clara: This is not your home, and it never was your home.
Victoria: Daniel, come downstairs! This maid threatened me!
Victoria panicked and screamed at the top of her lungs toward the stairs.
Her sharp voice echoed up through the three floors of the mansion.
Heavy footsteps sounded from the high landing on the top level.
A young man dressed in a navy suit rushed out from his private office.
He looked down over the railing to see what was causing the commotion.
He saw the water all over the floor and the two women standing together.
Daniel: Mom?
Daniel hurried down the stairs as fast as his feet could move.
He ran past the large American flag hanging near the wide landing window.
His face was filled with worry as he neared the main floor.
He had spent years searching for the truth about his real family lineage.
Now the entire reality of his life was standing directly in front of him.
p>Victoria pointed an angry finger right at Clara's face as Daniel arrived.
Victoria: Get this crazy woman out of our house right this instant!
Clara: Look closer at my face before you speak another word, Daniel.
Daniel stopped right at the bottom step and stared at the older woman.
His hands began to shake as he realized who was standing there soaked.