Chapter 1 - The Shattered Marble

The crystal chandelier above the grand staircase of the Blackwood estate did little to warm the glacial silence that had abruptly swallowed the reception hall. Eleanor Vance stood rigid in her strapless white designer gown, the yards of imported silk pooling around her satin heels like drifts of toxic snow. Her long wavy blonde hair, meticulously styled into cascading ripples, shook violently as her chest heaved with suppressed rage. Her porcelain face, usually sculpted into polite indifference, was now distorted by a raw, unadulterated fury that stripped away years of careful social conditioning.
Across the cavernous foyer, Marisa, the forty-five-year-old loyal family maid, clutched little
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