Chapter 4 - Sarah Wipes Away The Sticky Residue With Grace
With deliberate, agonizing slowness, Sarah smoothed down the fabric of her crimson red strapless evening gown.
The sticky white liquid stained the expensive silk, but Sarah wore the stain like a badge of fierce rebellion.
“I suggest you check your legal standing before you throw anything else at me, Jessica,” Sarah stated evenly.
Richard grabbed Sarah’s arm with a desperate, crushing grip, trying to pull her away into a quiet corner.
“Sarah, stop this right now. We can talk about whatever documents you think you found at home,” Richard pleaded.
Sarah yanked her arm out of his grasp with sharp, authoritative force, stepping back into the light.
“Don't ever touch me again, Richard; your time for negotiation expired the moment you handed me that glass,” she warned.
The bloody scratch marks on her collarbone pulsed faintly under the flashing camera lights of society bloggers.
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Whispers began rippling through the crowded ballroom as guests whispered among themselves about the ugly altercation.
The pristine illusion of the elite charity gala was cracking rapidly down the middle.
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