Elena reached into her structured leather handbag with deliberate slowness, keeping her eyes fixed on Clara's panicked expression.
The woman in blue suddenly slaps the pregnant woman across the face, then calmly raises a pair of medical pliers.
SFX: Loud slap, pliers clicking
Clara: Ow! You... you actually struck me across the face in front of everyone!
Elena: That was for pushing my son in the hallway earlier. Consider it a preliminary lesson in manners.
Julian: That's it! You're going to jail for assault! Guards, tackle her!
Elena: Stay back, Julian. One step closer and I pop your entire inheritance right here on live television.
Elena lunged forward with blinding speed, pressing the gleaming surgical instrument directly against the maroon fabric of Clara's dress.
She presses the medical suction tool against the fake pregnancy belly, and it rapidly deflates with a loud hiss.
SFX: Air hissing
A loud, continuous hiss filled the grand ballroom as compressed air rushed out of the concealed latex pouch.
Clara's prominent baby bump visibly shrank inward, collapsing into a limp, empty fold of fabric against her waist.
Clara: No! Stop it! Don't look at me!
Julian: What... what is happening? Clara, where is the—
Elena: There is no baby, Julian. There never was a baby. Just a rubber prop she bought online to lock down your trust fund.
Gasps erupted from every corner of the ballroom as cameras zoomed in on Clara's collapsed costume.
Can Julian process the devastating realization that his entire fraudulent scheme has just been ripped open in public?
Julian: Clara... tell me she's lying... tell me that's not true...