The bright lights of the grand ballroom shone down on hundreds of wealthy guests.
Charlotte adjusted the strap of her simple shoulder bag.
She felt completely out of place among the silk dresses and expensive suits.
Yet her late mother had left her a clear instruction to come here tonight.
Victoria Vance stood across the room in a sparkling dark gown.
She was the undisputed queen of high society in this coastal town.
Victoria noticed Charlotte standing near the entrance arched doorway.
Her eyes narrowed instantly with absolute disgust.
She marched across the polished marble floor with fast, angry steps.
The ambient noise of the party suddenly quieted down.
Guests stepped aside to let Victoria pass through.
Victoria: You do not belong here!
Charlotte: I was invited, Mrs. Vance.
Victoria: Do not speak my name with your mouth!
Charlotte: I am only following my mother's final wishes.
Victoria raised her hand and pointed toward the front doors.
Victoria: Leave before I have security drag you out!
Charlotte: I will not leave until I see the chairman.
Victoria leaned in close with a cold smile.
Victoria: You are nothing, Charlotte.
Charlotte: That is not what the legal documents say.
Victoria grabbed Charlotte's shoulder and pulled her backward.
Charlotte lost her footing on the slippery marble surface.
She fell down hard onto the floor with a loud crash.
Her purse spilled open, scattering papers across the white stone.
Whispers erupted throughout the huge room instantly.
Charlotte wiped a tear from her cheek as her skin stung from the fall.
She looked up at Victoria with deep sorrow and burning anger.
Charlotte: You should not have done that!
Victoria laughed loudly without any empathy.
Victoria: Get up and run along home, little girl.
Charlotte quickly pushed herself off the marble floor.
She picked up her handbag with furious determination.
She stepped forward and shoved Victoria away firmly.
Victoria stumbled backward on her high heels and hit the floor hard.
The entire crowd gasped at the dramatic sight.