Clara's hands locked onto Victoria's styled blonde hair with an iron grip, jerking her downward with maximum force. SFX: Loud head impact on wood, liquid splashing, choking sounds. Victoria's face slammed hard down against the polished wooden dining table, a sickening thud echoing off the white walls. Before Victoria could even scream, Clara grabbed the heavy glass wine decanter with her other hand and forcefully poured the toxic red liquid directly into her open mouth. Victoria gagged and choked frantically, her hands clawing desperately at Clara's wrists as the dark wine spilled across her chin and stained the front of her sparkling gold dress. SFX: Choking sounds, liquid splashing. Clara yanked her back up by her hair, shoving her away with absolute contempt as Victoria stumbled backward, gasping for air and coughing violently. The entire room erupted into chaos, but Clara stood tall and unshakable beside the table, her breath steady despite the adrenaline rush. Arthur watched the brutal display without a single word of protest, his chest heaving with a fury that had finally reached its boiling point. He stepped around the corner of the dining table, his tall frame towering over the humiliated woman who had tried to end his life for a bank account. Victoria wiped the dripping red wine from her face with a shaking hand, her eyes blazing with hysterical rage as she looked up at the older gentleman. She thought he would protect her, thought her beauty and social status rendered her immune to consequences in this luxury mansion. Instead, Arthur's hand whipped through the air with lightning speed, catching her entirely off guard. SFX: Loud sharp slap impact. The open-handed strike echoed through the massive dining hall like a gunshot, snapping heads around in sheer disbelief. Victoria stumbled back on her heels, clutching her red, burning cheek in absolute shock and horror as wine continued to drip down the expensive fabric of her dress.
Victoria: YOU... YOU HIT ME?!
Arthur: I should throw you out of a second-story window for what you just tried to do!
Victoria: You struck a lady! My family will sue you into the Stone Age for this assault!
Arthur: You are no lady, Victoria. You are a cold-blooded criminal!
Victoria: Arthur, listen to me! The stress of the wedding planning just made me lose my mind for a second!
Arthur: Save your breath for the police officers currently pulling up the driveway.
Victoria's jaw dropped open as she heard the distant wail of sirens approaching the front gates of the estate.
Victoria: You called the police before even confronting me in private?!
Arthur: I watched the live feed on my office monitor five minutes before Clara ever walked into this room.
Waitress: He knew the whole time, ma'am. You walked right into a trap of your own making.
Victoria: This is a conspiracy! You're all plotting against me to steal my share of the trust fund!