Part 2: The Cruel Spark
Suddenly, the laughter in the room died down, replaced by a tense silence. Near the dessert tower, a wealthy, heavily jeweled socialite hissed in anger. A frightened five-year-old boy, the son of one of the musicians, had accidentally bumped into her, spilling a few drops of punch on her designer gown.
"You little brat!" the woman shrieked, her face contorting with rage.
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Without an ounce of pity, she forcefully shoved the little boy away. The child stumbled backward, crashing into a chair, and burst into terrified, breathless tears. He looked around the room of judgmental, frozen faces, crying out, "Mommy... Mommy, help me!"
The wealthy guests simply stared, some even turning their heads in disgust. No one moved to comfort the crying child. In high society, a staff member's child was less than human.
