Chapter 9 - The SplashDriven by a toxic cocktail of arrogance, alcohol, and deep-seated malice, Vanessa took a step forward. "Let's see how well your cheap dress holds up," she whispered.
With a sudden, sharp shove, Vanessa pushed Mary backward.
Mary lost her footing on the slick marble tile. With a gasp of shock, she fell backward into the deep end of the infinity pool. The heavy impact broke the surface of the water, sending a massive splash across the manicured deck.
The music didn't stop instantly, but the collective gasp of the nearby guests silenced the laughter on the patio. Within seconds, a suffocating quiet rippled across the entire estate. The jazz band stopped playing. The laughter died in the throats of the elite.
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Mary struggled to the surface, gasping for air, her simple navy dress heavy and soaked, weighing her down. Her silver hair clung to her face, and her faux-pearl necklace had broken, the tiny beads sinking to the bottom of the illuminated pool.
Vanessa stood at the edge, a look of smug satisfaction on her face, completely unbothered by the horror of the surrounding guests. She casually smoothed down her designer gown, expecting her high-society peers to join in her cruel amusement. But the silence that answered her was deafening.
