Chapter 2 - Confronting The Cruel Bullies Across The Luxury Ballroom
The crystal chandeliers overhead cast a brilliant, shimmering glare across the marble floor of the grand Chicago ballroom.
Wren took a panicked step backward, her small fingers clutching the silver medal so tightly her knuckles turned white.
The two boys from her class, sons of prominent corporate executives, grinned maliciously as they blocked her path.
"Where is your fancy dad hiding, Wren? Did he get lost on his way to a real family?" one of them sneered loudly.
Several wealthy guests nearby turned their heads, their expressions shifting with mild, detached curiosity at the scene.
Wren’s lower lip quivered as she stared down at her polished patent leather shoes, wishing the floor would simply swallow her whole.
"Leave me alone," Wren whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft murmur of classical string music playing overhead.
The taller boy stepped closer, raising a glass of sparkling cider as if preparing to spill it across her dress.
"Everyone here knows your mother had to beg for an invitation just to get you inside these doors," he mocked cruelly.
Across the cavernous ballroom, Maren caught sight of the confrontation and felt her blood run instantly cold.
She abandoned her conversation with a city councilman, her heels clicking frantically against the marble as she broke into a run.
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"Wren!" Maren shouted, weaving desperately through clusters of tuxedo-clad men and women in designer evening gowns.
Before the boy could spill the drink, a towering shadow fell across the three children like an eclipse.
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