The bright crystal chandeliers lit up the entire ballroom with warm white light.
Expensive flowers covered every single table in the massive hotel venue.
Rich guests walked around holding glass cups filled with high end drinks.
Richard adjusted his dark suit jacket and checked his gold wrist watch.
He was about to marry into one of the wealthiest families in the city.
Every detail of the afternoon ceremony had to look completely perfect for the news reporters.
Richard: Make sure the news cameras stay on the main stage area.
Wedding Planner: Everything is completely under control, sir.
Suddenly the heavy double doors at the main entrance swung open wide.
A tiny three year old girl walked slowly into the clean bright room.
Her torn red sweater had dark dirt marks all over the soft fabric.
She wore shoes that were way too big for her small feet.
The wealthy crowd went completely quiet as they looked at the little girl.
Richard felt his face grow hot with pure shame and deep anger.
Richard: Who let this filthy child inside my private event hall?
Little Girl: Mommy? Where is my mommy?
Richard took quick large steps across the polished white marble floor.
He grabbed the child by her small arm and pulled her back.
The little girl let out a sad loud cry that rang through the hall.
Richard: You are ruining my wedding, you little pest!
Little Girl: Let me go! I want my mommy!
Richard pulled the child toward the heavy exit doors without stopping.
The crowd gasped aloud as the man treated the child so harshly.
Up on the main performance stage, the wedding singer stopped her song.
Clara lowered her black microphone and stared straight at the tiny girl.
Her heart beat wild against her chest as her hands began to shake.
Clara: Oh my sweet baby girl!
Clara dropped her microphone straight down onto the wooden floor.
The loud sound hit the speakers and echoed across the whole room.
She lifted the front of her long green gown and ran off the stage.
Clara: Take your hands off her right now, Richard!
Richard froze near the exit door and turned his head around quickly.
He looked at the famous stage singer with a very confused expression.
Richard: Stay out of this, Clara. This girl is trash.
Clara: She is my child, you absolute monster!
The whole room went dead silent as the guests gasped in shock.