Victoria: You pushed me! Guards! Someone call security right now!
Eleanor: Go ahead, Victoria. Call security. Have them bring the police while they're at it.
Victoria: You think you can assault me in front of the entire city board?
Eleanor: You raised your hand to a child. You're lucky I only grabbed your wrist.
Eleanor knelt down immediately, pulling little Lily into her arms.
Lily: Mommy! I'm sorry... I tripped over my dress!
Eleanor: Shh, baby. You did nothing wrong. Mommy is right here.
Lily: She screamed at me, Mommy. She said I was trash.
Eleanor: You are my precious angel. Don't ever listen to a word she says.
Victoria scrambled to her feet, wiping off her black dress with shaking hands.
Victoria: That child is a menace! Look at my dress! This lace cost ten thousand dollars!
Eleanor: I don't care if it cost ten million dollars, Victoria. You don't lay a finger on my daughter.
Serena: Victoria, are you okay? Let me help you stand up.
Victoria: I am fine, Serena! But this golden-clad street woman will be escorted out of this gala immediately!
Eleanor: Escorted out? Victoria, I funded this gala.
Victoria: You? Don't make me laugh! Everyone knows you're just some low-level manager's wife!
Eleanor: Is that what my brother told you?
Victoria froze, her hand pausing over her pearl necklace.
Victoria: Your... brother?
Eleanor: Julian Vance. The man whose company you've been begging for a bailout all morning.
Victoria: You... you're Julian's sister?
Eleanor: I am the primary trustee of the Vance Estate, Victoria.
The surrounding crowd began whispering loudly, phone screens lighting up as guests recorded the scene.
Guest 1: Did she say Vance Estate?
Guest 2: Eleanor Vance! That's the majority shareholder of the whole development trust!
Guest 1: Victoria just tried to slap the trust owner's daughter!
Victoria's face lost all its color as she looked around at the staring faces.
Victoria: I... I didn't know she was your daughter! She wasn't wearing a nametag!
Eleanor: So you only treat children with basic human decency if they have a wealthy nametag attached to them?
Victoria: No! Of course not! It was an accident! She startled me!
Eleanor: You raised your hand to strike a six-year-old girl in a room full of two hundred witnesses.
Victoria: Eleanor, please... let's talk about this privately in the lounge.
Eleanor: There is nothing to talk about privately, Victoria.
Lily: Mommy, my knee hurts... I bumped it when she pushed me earlier.
Eleanor's eyes turned back to cold steel as she examined Lily's small leg.
Eleanor: You pushed her before I got over here?
Victoria: She bumped into me first! I merely brushed her aside!
Eleanor: You shoved my baby to the ground over a drop of punch.
Victoria: I was stressed! My company is undergoing a very delicate audit today!
Eleanor: Well, your audit just got a lot more delicate.