Chapter 2 - The Cruel Attack
Twenty minutes earlier, Maya had been sitting alone in the bridal suite, adjusting the delicate lace sleeves of her late mother’s gown. The dress was her most prized possession—the only tangible memory she had left of her mother.
The heavy door creaked open, and Eleanor strutted in, holding a heavy black plastic bucket dripping with dark, oily water collected from the venue’s basement sump pump.
Without uttering a single word of warning, Eleanor hoisted the bucket and dumped the foul, black liquid directly over Maya's head.
The cold, toxic sludge drenched the silk gown, ruining the hand-embroidered lace instantly and soaking Maya’s hair. Maya gasped for air, frozen in shock as the filthy liquid pooled on the beige carpet around her knees.
Eleanor tossed a cream-colored card onto the floor beside Maya's soaked shoes. Printed on the card in gold ink were four words: "KNOW YOUR PLACE."
"Know your place, Maya," Eleanor whispered with cold, aristocratic disgust. "A middle-class nobody will never belong in the Whitmore family. Walk down that aisle looking like the trash you are, or leave now and never come back."
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Eleanor turned on her high heels and strolled out, leaving Maya sitting in the filthy ruins of her mother's legacy.
👉 Read Part 3 to learn how Maya reacted when she picked up the card.
