Chapter 2 - Whispers in the Grand Ballroom
Ethan turned pale, his hands shaking as he slowly knelt to pick up the plastic syringe. The crystal lighting reflected off the needle, casting a cold gleam across his sharp jawline. He looked up at Sabrina, horror and disbelief warring in his dark eyes.
"Sabrina... what is this?" Ethan’s voice was a low, trembling whisper that made the surrounding guests lean in closer.
Sabrina scrambled backward, her expensive silk gown tearing against the sharp corner of a nearby velvet chair. "It’s... it’s nothing, Ethan! It’s just my personal prescription vitamin injections! That wild servant assaulted me out of nowhere!" She pointed wildly at Grace, trying to rally the mansion's security team. "Guards! Why are you standing there? Drag this maid out in handcuffs!"
Grace didn't back down an inch. Standing athletic and composed with her brown hair pulled back into a neat bun, she placed herself directly between Sabrina and the grand staircase.
"Don't touch her," Grace commanded cold-bloodedly as two security guards hesitated. "Ask your fiancée why she carries a heavy clinical sedative in her clutch during an engagement party."
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Before Sabrina could spin another lie, soft footsteps echoed down the marble steps of the grand staircase, drawing every pair of eyes in the ballroom upward.
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