The harsh glare of the overhead crystal lights reflected off the jagged pieces of glass scattered across the marble floor.
One woman lies unconscious among the shattered glass while the other stands over her with a cold expression.
SFX: Low tension hit
Victoria: Honestly, you were always far too fragile for a world this ruthless.
She straightened the front of her pristine white dress, brushing away a stray speck of dust with absolute indifference.
Victoria: Clara? Don't lie there playing dead. It's pathetic and completely unbecoming of our family name.
The empty hallway offered no response, save for the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the nearby study.
Victoria: Get up right now before I give the security guards another reason to drag you out of here.
Still, Clara did not move a muscle, her white dress stained faintly with dust from the shattered antique frame.
Victoria's eyes narrowed as she looked down at the motionless form lying helpless among the glittering shards.
Victoria: Fine. Stay there for all I care. The cleaning staff can deal with the mess once I call them.
She turned on her heel, her designer heels clicking sharply against the unbroken sections of the marble floor.
Victoria: This house is mine now. Every room, every trust fund, and every piece of jewelry belongs to me.
She raised her chin triumphantly, basking in the solitary silence of the massive grand hall.
Can anyone possibly save Clara from this ruthless tyrant before it is entirely too late?
Victoria took a deep breath, savoring what she believed was her ultimate, undisputed victory over the estate.
Victoria: Goodbye, Clara. Enjoy the cold floor.