Bright yellow party lights illuminated the long curved driveway of the grand Vance estate mansion.
Valet drivers in crisp black suits were parking luxury cars along the manicured green lawn.
Wealthy guests walked up the wide marble stairs wearing dark tuxedos and sparkling silk gowns.
Clara walked right up the central front stairs with Mr. Harrison walking beside her steps.
Two security guards at the high front doors stepped forward to block their entry path.
Security Guard: May I see your official party invitation card for the gala, miss?
Mr. Harrison: We do not need an invitation to enter property belonging to my client.
Mr. Harrison showed the guard his official state legal badge and a stamped court document.
The guard stepped back nervously and opened the tall glass doors to let them inside.
The main ballroom was filled with soft classical violin music and bubbling crystal champagne glasses.
Victoria stood near the center crystal chandelier talking animatedly to a group of rich investors.
Chloe stood near her mother wearing a glittering blue dress and holding a silver tray.
Clara marched straight across the polished marble floor toward the middle of the crowded room.
The violin music stopped abruptly as guests noticed the stern look on Clara's face.
Victoria: Clara, what disgraceful outfit are you wearing into my formal private dinner event?
Chloe: Did you come here to beg for money again like your pathetic mother did?
Clara: I came here to take back everything you stole from my mother and me.
Victoria let out a loud artificial laugh and waved her manicured hand dismissively at Clara.
Victoria: Somebody call security and have this delusional girl thrown out to the street!
Mr. Harrison: Nobody is throwing anyone out tonight except perhaps you, Victoria.
Mr. Harrison stepped out from behind Clara and pulled the yellow folder from his coat.
The surrounding crowd began to whisper quietly as they recognized the prominent city estate lawyer.
Victoria: Harrison, what kind of foolish trick are you trying to play at my party?
Clara: You hid my father's true last will and testament inside the old piano frame!
Victoria's face turned completely white as the room went dead silent around the central group.