Chapter 11 - Mavis And Brielle Mock Seraphina Through Live Stream
Back in the Palm Beach waterfront mansion, Mavis Holloway and her daughter Brielle sat comfortably on the white leather sofa.
They had tuned into the live national broadcast of the Atlantic Legacy Gala on the oversized living room home theater screen.
“Look at all those pathetic social climbers trying to catch a glimpse of the real billionaire,” Mavis scoffed, sipping Chardonnay.
“I hear the chairwoman is completely ruthless in business,” Brielle added, scrolling through her phone.
“Unlike Seraphina, who probably hasn't even finished scrubbing the halibut grease off the kitchen counters yet,” Mavis laughed mockingly.
They watched the camera pan toward the grand staircase, waiting for the mysterious chairwoman to step into full view.
As the camera zoomed in on Seraphina’s face beneath the glittering diamonds, Mavis’s wine glass slipped from her fingers.
The crystal shattered against the hardwood floor, spilling red wine across the pale rug in a jagged stain.
“Mom... is that... is that Seraphina?” Brielle stammered, dropping her phone in sheer, unadulterated horror.
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Mavis stared at the screen, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly as her privileged world began to fracture.
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