Waitress Sarah: Leave him alone!
Without a single second of hesitation, Sarah sprinted across the polished marble floor, her rubber-soled work shoes gripping the slick surface. She closed the distance in a flash, throwing her body between Victoria and the helpless child. Before Victoria could even react or pull the blanket again, Sarah reached down with incredible swiftness and scooped the crying baby into her arms, pulling him tightly against her chest. Victoria stumbled backward, completely caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, her blue silk gown swishing violently around her ankles.
Victoria: How dare you touch me! Do you have any idea who I am, you ignorant little waitress?
Waitress Sarah: I do not care who you are! You are dragging a newborn baby on the cold floor like trash!
Victoria's eyes narrowed with extreme venom as she stepped forward, reaching out her manicured hand to snatch the child back. But Sarah was not going to let this cruel woman put her hands on the baby ever again. As Victoria lunged forward with a sharp gasp of rage, Sarah planted her back foot firmly on the marble, lifted her right leg, and delivered a forceful kick directly into Victoria's stomach. The impact was strong and true. Victoria let out a loud, breathless gasp as the force of the kick sent her flying backward, her high heels losing their grip on the smooth floor. She crashed violently onto the hard marble floor, landing on her hip with a heavy thud, her luxury sky-blue gown bunching up around her legs in absolute disarray.
The mansion hall fell into a brief, ringing silence, broken only by the continuous whimpers of the frightened infant. Sarah stood her ground tall and unyielding, her chest heaving as she cradled the tiny newborn snugly against her shoulder. She gently wrapped her hands around the swaddle blanket, checking his tiny arms and legs to ensure he had not suffered any broken bones or sharp bruises from the dragging. Sarah softly kissed the baby's warm forehead, whispering gentle words of comfort directly into his little ear to calm his frantic breathing.
Waitress Sarah: Shh, it is okay now, sweetheart. You are safe. I will not let her touch you again.
The baby slowly began to settle down, his loud, desperate screams turning into soft, exhausted whimpers as he felt the genuine warmth and safety of Sarah's steady embrace. Right at that exact moment, the heavy double wooden doors at the main entrance of the mansion swung wide open. A tall, broad-shouldered fair-skinned man in a tailored dark navy suit stepped into the bright foyer. This was David, a successful business executive, the owner of the mansion, and the biological father of the baby boy. He had just returned home early from a corporate board meeting, expecting a peaceful house. Instead, he walked into a scene of absolute chaos.
David stood near the entrance threshold, his jaw dropping in complete bewilderment. He looked at his fiancee sprawled unceremoniously on the marble floor holding her stomach, and then looked over at the unfamiliar waitress standing proudly under the grand American flag holding his swaddled child. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion and rising concern as he tried to make sense of what was happening inside his own home.
David: What on earth is going on here? Why are you on the floor, Victoria? Sarah, why do you have my son?
Waitress Sarah: Sir! Look at what she was doing to your son! She was dragging him across the floor like trash!