Chapter 1
The deafening silence that followed the horrific fall echoed sharply against the towering marble pillars of the grand Manhattan reception hall.
Eleanor Vance stood motionless at the top of the sweeping staircase, her emerald green evening gown catching the cold light of the crystal chandelier.
Her sleek updo remained immaculate, a chilling contrast to the absolute brutality she had just unleashed upon an innocent, defenseless woman.
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Not a single guest dared to breathe as the ambient party chatter vanished completely, replaced by an atmosphere of suffocating terror.
Eleanor’s face was an unreadable mask of icy detachment, her cold eyes staring down at the pale yellow fabric crumpled at the bottom.
