Chapter 3: The Red Wine Toast
Eleanor didn't move away. Instead, she turned to a passing waiter carrying a silver tray of vintage Bordeaux. She calmly picked up a crystal glass of deep red wine, the dark liquid swirling like liquid velvet against the crystal.
She stepped directly into Cassandra’s personal space, looking her straight in the terrified eyes.
"You thought money made you untouchable," Eleanor murmured, her voice a low, lethal hum. "You thought you could crush someone else's dignity just to amuse your friends."
Before Cassandra could back away, Eleanor tilted the glass.
Splash.
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The deep red wine poured directly down the front of Cassandra’s pristine, thousand-dollar designer gown, staining the expensive white silk a violent, creeping crimson. It soaked into the fabric, mirroring the destruction Cassandra had just inflicted upon Maya's dress.
"Red looks much better on you than grace ever did," Eleanor whispered.
