Chapter 4 - Stripping Away the Entitlement
The confrontation in the Rosewood Hall lobby escalated as Savannah stepped directly into the space Vivian had assumed she could dominate. The illusion of aristocratic invincibility that my aunt and cousin had relied on for decades began to fracture under the weight of actual, unyielding ethics.
"Let’s be entirely practical," Vivian snapped, crossing her arms and attempting to regain control of the room. "Chloe’s engagement party is going to feature prominent donors, politicians, and media figures. What is Violet's wedding going to bring? A bunch of bruised egos and working-class medics?"
My face burned with a sudden flush of heat, the old insecurities whispering that maybe I didn't belong in rooms like this. But before I could shrink back into myself, Savannah’s voice cut through the air like a razor-sharp blade.
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"My mother and I built Rosewood Hall for people who celebrate authentic bonds, Mrs. Wellington," Savannah stated evenly, her gaze piercing straight through Vivian’s expensive exterior. "We do not run a flea market where contracts can be stolen by the highest bidder just because your family treats human relationships like corporate transactions."
Chloe finally looked up from her smartphone, realizing that her mother was losing control of the room for the first time in her pampered life. She muttered something about finding another venue, but Vivian stubbornly dug her heels in, threatening lawsuits, blacklisting, and social ruin. Margaret Delaney simply smiled politely, crossed her arms, and let her daughter handle the execution. Savannah picked up my original contract from the glass reception counter, checked the timestamp and payment seal, and looked directly at me with a warm, affirming nod. The message was loud and clear: the Wellingtons’ money had officially run out of power.
