Victoria shook with pure rage as she fixed her messy silver hair.
Victoria: Where is the chief manager of this whole hotel right now?
A tall man in a crisp black tuxedo quickly stepped through the crowd.
His name tag read Mr. Harrison, the head manager of the luxury property.
Victoria ran over to him and grabbed his arm with desperate force.
Victoria: Throw this poor woman out of my private wedding party immediately!
Mr. Harrison did not look at Victoria or her bright silver gown.
He walked past her and bowed his head respectfully toward Evelyn instead.
Mr. Harrison: Good evening, Mrs. Vance, we did not expect you so soon.
The entire ballroom became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Victoria stared at the manager with her eyes wide and mouth open.
Victoria: Why are you showing respect to a penniless old lady in grey?
Mr. Harrison: Madam, you are addressing the sole owner of this hotel.
Chloe grabbed her mother's arm as her face turned completely pale white.
Chloe: What are you talking about? She lives in a small apartment!
Mr. Harrison: Mrs. Evelyn Vance owns this hotel and forty other commercial properties.
Evelyn: I wanted to see who my son was truly marrying today.
Evelyn stepped into the center of the floor under the bright chandeliers.
She stood tall and looked every bit like a powerful billionaire chief executive.
Evelyn: I disguised my wealth because real character shows when money disappears.
Victoria: This must be some kind of cruel practical joke on us!
Evelyn: This hotel is mine, including the ground you stand on right now.
Julian looked at his bride with deep sadness in his heart and eyes.
Julian: She tried to give you a chance to prove your kindness, Chloe.
Chloe: Julian, I did not know she was secretly a rich woman!
Evelyn: That is exactly the point of the whole test, my dear.
Victoria took a step back as the weight of her mistake landed.
Her arrogance had completely destroyed her position in front of high society.