Chapter 2: The Taste of Pure Malice
Chloe reached out with lightning speed, her French-tipped nails digging into a large, heavy ceramic plate loaded with an entire triple-layered slice of chocolate cream cake from the catering table. A cruel, triumphant smirk played on her lips as she leaned in close to Sara, her breath hot against the terrified girl's cheek.
"You wanted to ruin my wedding? You wanted to steal the spotlight?" Chloe laughed, a hollow, mocking sound that echoed off the crystal chandeliers. "Let me show you what a real 'celebration' feels like."
SMASH!
With a vicious forward thrust, Chloe slammed the heavy ceramic plate directly into Sara’s face.
Thick, dark chocolate cream and heavy sponge cake exploded across the young girl’s eyes, her braided hair, and the front of her clean white catering uniform. The physical impact was so sudden that Sara stood completely paralyzed, her hands frozen at her sides.
A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the immediate crowd. Slowly, warm tears began to mix with the heavy brown cream, carving clean, pathetic tracks down Sara’s stained cheeks.
"Now you know what CLASS tastes like," Chloe laughed loudly, throwing her head back as she looked around the circle of wealthy guests, clearly expecting them to applaud her dominant display of power. "People like you are only good for being stepped on. You're nothing but a servant meant to clean up our messes."
Sara sobbed, a ragged, painful sound that hitched violently in her chest. She wiped blindly at her eyes, trying to clear the heavy cream so she could see. "I... I didn't want to cause trouble... I only wanted to see my brother... he told me to meet him here..."
Chloe’s malicious laughter grew even louder, her voice dripping with absolute disgust. "Brother? Look around you, you pathetic little orphan. There is absolutely no one in this room who would ever claim a piece of worthless trash like you. Security! Drag this filthy animal out of my ballroom before she ruins the carpet!"
At that exact millisecond, a voice like a sudden crack of thunder roared through the grand ballroom, carrying an intensity that rattled the glass windows:
"WHAT DID YOU JUST DO TO HER?"
The crowd parted instantly, a wave of palpable fear washing over the guests as Eric, the billionaire groom and absolute heir to the hotel empire, pushed through the circle. His face, usually a mask of calm, calculated business logic, was completely flushed with a terrifying, cold fury.
Chloe, completely misreading the situation, immediately softened her voice, putting on a pouty, victimized expression as she reached out to grab his arm. "Eric, baby, thank goodness you're here. This pathetic, incompetent catering girl completely ruined my fifty-thousand-dollar dress. I was just teaching her a proper lesson about respecting her betters—"
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FLING!
Eric ripped his arm away from her grasp with such violent force that Chloe stumbled backward, her expensive designer heels catching on her own lace train as she nearly crashed onto the floor.
