Chapter 2 - The Unyielding Shield
Sophie wiped a trickle of champagne from her eye, stepping directly between the raging socialite and the trembling old woman. She raised her hand high, physically blocking Beatrice from taking another step toward Isabella.
On the grand marble staircase in the background, Lorenzo Moretti—an early thirties handsome mafia boss in a crisp black tuxedo and black bow tie—was descending slowly, his dark eyes taking in the scene.
"Don't touch her again!" Sophie commanded, her voice shaking with adrenaline yet ringing with absolute resolve.
Beatrice sneered in utter disgust, her eyes flashing with cruel arrogance as she looked at the soaked, champagne-dripping maid standing in her way.
"Get out of my way, servant," Beatrice hissed, raising her manicured hand as if to slap Sophie across the cheek. "She bumped into me and ruined my designer gown!"
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Isabella clung nervously to Sophie’s sleeve, trembling like a leaf under the cold stares of the surrounding elite crowd.
👉 Why did the arrogant socialite fear the old woman's presence in the ballroom?
