In a lavish mansion ballroom, filled with a hundred elegant guests, warm crystal chandeliers, and glowing candlelight, a high-society event is in full swing. The heavy double doors swing open at the top of the grand staircase, plunging the party music into a low drone. Regina Montenegro steps onto the polished marble in a floor-length midnight-black gown, her presence immediately turning every head in the room.
Camila, wearing a champagne sequined dress and a striking ruby necklace, steps forward arrogantly to block Regina’s path.
{This place isn’t for you. Who the hell invited you?} Camila sneers contemptuously.
Regina’s eyes briefly drop to the ruby necklace on Camila’s collarbone. Nearby, Adrián freezes, his champagne glass trembling as the color drains from his face. Regina completely ignores Camila, locking eyes with Adrián with icy composure.
{Is this the best you could find?} Regina asks with a cold smile.
Adrián slowly lifts his hand off Camila’s waist and takes a hesitant step forward, raising a palm in defense.
{It’s not what it looks like,} Adrián stammers nervously.
Camila turns sharply toward him, furious and deeply confused.
{What the hell is she talking about?} Camila shrieks.
Regina slowly raises a single finger. The music dies instantly, leaving a heavy silence. Up on the mezzanine, the DJ grabs his microphone as white spotlights swing across the room, locking directly onto Regina.
{Give a warm welcome to the woman who makes all of this possible… Mrs. Regina Montenegro!} the DJ shouts into the microphone as his voice echoes through the speakers.
The entire room erupts in applause as Camila’s mouth falls open in absolute shock. Her champagne flute slips from her fingers, shattering against the marble floor in slow motion. Adrián’s face goes pale.
Regina walks calmly through the parting crowd, stopping inches from Camila’s face. She leans in with a deadly, gentle whisper.
{Now you’ll see what we do to your kind around here.}
Regina uses her gloved fingertip to lift the ruby necklace from Camila’s neck and lets it drop. As the applause dies, every guest silently steps in to form a tight ring around Camila. On Regina’s cue, a hundred guests raise their phones simultaneously, their screens glowing plain white and aiming at Camila like a wall of cold lights. Camila’s eyes reflect the hundreds of tiny lights as Adrián backs away into the crowd, abandoning her completely. Regina’s lips curl into a faint, victorious smile before the scene hard cut to black.