Chapter 2 - The Mansion Descends Into Complete Chaos And Shock
The shattering echo of fine porcelain plates violently colliding with the dark hardwood floor reverberated through the grand living room.
Clara stood frozen for a fraction of a second, her mustard yellow knit cardigan contrasting sharply with the deep crimson pool of spilled tea and shards.
Her chest heaved with ragged breaths as her maternal instincts completely overtook any remnants of polite social decorum.
Julian stood a few feet away, rubbing his stinging cheek where Clara’s swift hand had left a bright red mark.
His emerald green velvet blazer was slightly rumpled, his mischievous, spoiled expression twisted into absolute, stunned disbelief.
“How dare you lay a hand on my grandson!” Eleanor shrieked, her ivory white pantsuit rustling as she lunged forward.
The striking sapphire brooch pinned to her lapel caught the light of the crystal chandelier, flashing a cold, menacing blue.
Around them, several high-society guests froze in their tracks, dropping their champagne flutes and gasping in collective horror.
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The framed US flag hanging proudly on the background wall seemed to gaze down silently upon the domestic warfare unfolding beneath it.
Little Lily buried her tear-stained face into Clara’s neck, letting out small, hiccuping whimpers that tore straight through Clara’s heart.
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