Chapter 1 - The Terraced Humiliation
The grand estate terrace was a breathtaking, sunlit display of old-money wealth and elite luxury. Bright daylight streamed across the polished limestone tiles, illuminating a shattered terracotta pot spilling vibrant white flowers onto the ground. In the background, dozens of wealthy, impeccably dressed guests sipped champagne, entirely oblivious to the harsh drama unfolding near the balustrade.
Standing over the scene with absolute, toxic disdain was Eleanor.
Eleanor, a fifty-something socialite with her silver-streaked blonde hair styled in a flawless updo, wore an expensive ivory power suit dripping with genuine pearls. She looked down her nose with cold fury at the two figures kneeling on the limestone.
Her daughter, Olivia, a twenty-something woman in a light blue summer dress, was actively trying to help clean up the mess. Kneeling right beside her was Lucas, a handsome twenty-something gardener with thick dark hair, wearing a faded navy work shirt and sturdy overalls.
Eleanor raised a manicured, pearl-ringed hand and angrily pointed down at them.
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"The help should stay behind the hedges," Eleanor commanded coldly, her sharp voice cutting through the ambient chatter of the party.
👉 Lucas looked up calmly, his expression tight, entirely unaware that he was about to flip the socialite's world upside down.
