Victoria: Richard! Thank goodness you caught her! She tripped over her own feet while looking at the chandelier!
Richard: Tripped? She was all the way over on the opposite side of the balcony rail, Victoria!
Victoria: Children have terrible balance, you know that! Why are you looking at me like I committed a crime?
Richard: Because my daughter doesn't just fly through the air on her own accord!
Victoria: You are letting your panic make you irrational. Put the child down and let's discuss this in our private study.
Richard: I am completely rational, and I want every single member of the estate staff questioned right now.
Victoria: There is no need to involve the staff in a simple clumsy accident!
Richard: Maya, look at me. Did you slip, or did someone touch you?
Full natural daylight illuminated the white foyer with the American flag visible in the background as the woman in the emerald green dress rushed down the white marble stairs, looking panicked and fearful under his intense gaze. Frantic footsteps on marble echoed sharply as Victoria tried to bridge the distance between them, her hands wringing nervously together. She forced a trembling smile onto her face, trying to mask the overwhelming terror bleeding through her aristocratic composure.
Victoria: Darling, listen to your wife. You're scaring the poor girl even more with these interrogation tactics.
Richard: Stay right where you are, Victoria. Do not take another step closer to us.
Victoria: This is ridiculous! You're treating me like a criminal in my own home!
Richard: If what I suspect is true, you aren't just a criminal—you are a monster.
Victoria: You will regret doubting my word when your lawyers tell you how much a messy divorce will cost this estate!
Richard: Divorce? You think I care about a financial settlement after you tried to murder my flesh and blood?
Victoria's face turned completely pale at the mention of murder, her breath hitching in her throat as she realized her elaborate excuse was falling apart. High-key lighting caught the raw panic in her eyes, but she dug her heels in, refusing to confess.