Vanessa's voice cut through the music.

Mrs. Gable looked confused.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You're blocking the photographs."

A few guests laughed nervously.

Mrs. Gable slowly rose.

Her hands shook.

Clara hurried forward.

"Ma'am, please. Let me help you."

Vanessa's eyes narrowed.

"You."

Clara froze.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Who told you to interfere?"

"No one."

"Then don't."

Vanessa reached for a champagne glass.

Her fingers tightened around the stem.

Then she knocked it deliberately from the table.

The crystal struck the marble.

CRACK.

Everyone turned.

Mrs. Gable flinched.

Clara instinctively stepped between them.

"That's enough."

The ballroom became strangely quiet.

Vanessa stared at her.

"You just told me what?"

Clara swallowed.

"I said that's enough."

Vanessa smiled.

It wasn't a pleasant smile.

It was the smile of someone who had never been told no.