Tiffany: I asked you a question, guard! Who gave you permission to stand in my private circle?
Victoria: This is a public hall inside the Sterling estate. Everyone has permission to stand here.
Tiffany: This is my engagement party! I am marrying Julian Sterling next month!
Victoria: I am well aware of who Julian is marrying.
Tiffany: Then you know I am about to become the mistress of this entire property!
Victoria tilted her head slightly, her gaze cold and steady. She adjusted the black lapel of her tuxedo jacket, revealing the small flag patch on her chest.
Victoria: The mistress of this property is currently standing right in front of you.
Tiffany: What did you just say to me?
Julian: Tiffany, stop causing a scene! People are looking at us!
Tiffany: No, Julian! This rude girl in a rental suit just insulted me in front of the mayor!
Julian: She's just staff, Tiffany. Leave her alone and let's go back to the head table.
Tiffany: I am not going anywhere until she apologizes on her knees!
Tiffany intentionally opened her fingers, letting her crystal champagne glass drop to the floor. It shattered with a sharp crash, splashing alcohol and broken glass across the white marble tiles.
Tiffany: Clean that up right now.
Victoria: You dropped it. You can pick it up.
Tiffany: I am a guest of honor! You are hired help in a suit!
Victoria: I don't work for you, Miss Vance.
Tiffany: You work for the Sterling family! And starting tonight, I am the Sterling family!
Victoria didn't budge an inch. She kept her hands folded behind her back, her posture straight and commanding. Her silence only made Tiffany's face grow redder under her heavy makeup.
Tiffany: I said pick up the glass!
Victoria: No.
Tiffany: You are fired! Do you hear me? Get off my property right now!
Victoria: You don't have the authority to fire anyone in this house.
The surrounding guests stopped talking. Judges, lawyers, and corporate directors turned around, watching the tension build in the middle of the room. Julian stepped forward, his face pale as he tried to grab Tiffany's arm.
Julian: Tiffany, please! You don't know what you are doing!
Tiffany: Get your hands off me, Julian! I am tired of these low-class servants disrespecting me!
Victoria: The only person disrespecting this house is you.
Tiffany let out a loud scream of pure frustration. She stepped close, her burgundy gown rustling against the floor as she raised her hand high into the air.