The True Heiress Makes Her Spectacular Comeback

e light of the massive chandelier suspended above The Plaza Hotel ballroom. "To my beautiful daughter.

xedos and women in haute couture tapped their glasse

wn that pooled around her ankles. She smiled, her cheeks flushed, and pr

voice echoed through the cavernous room. "I could not have

ced a heavy, reassuring hand on her shoulder. He no

oors at the back of th

s. A gust of freezing Manhattan night air rushed into the room.

ioned by the entrance stumbl

pped over th

t the pristine Persian carpet with a steady, rhyth

in their throats. The silence spread through the room like a phy

ers tightened around the micro

the rim, splashing onto her expensive gown. She did not notice

the guests. Her gaze w

her slender frame. Her dark hair hung in wet strands against her deathly pale face. Her clothes clung to her skin, heavy with the freezing water of the Hudson River. She was actively fight

curity guards said, recovering hi

weight, dropping her shoulder just enough to let

his hand from Serena's shoulder and stepped forwar

up to the stage. She climbed them. Her wet

hoe caught in the seam of the stage floor.

them. She reached out and ripped

ut a piercing, hig

ed their ears. The s

d at the crowd. Hundreds of faces stared back at

was flat. It carried no anger, no sadness. It

d. She grabbed the fabric of her white skirt and

erena. A single drop of river water fell from

utor holding your hand," Chloe said. "You copied my identifi

man in a green dress leaned toward her husband,

clicked frantically against the flo

side. Victoria's ha

ho had called herself her m

And when I found out, you decided it was easier to get rid of the

room. A man in the second row dropped his

neck stood out against his white collar. "You are a delusional, ung

r the zipper of

with a sharp sound. She grabbed the collar

fabric down her

tlights hit h

and hastily stitched together with thick black thread. The edges of the wound were red a

nt row screamed an

lapsed onto the stage floor, he

face lost all color. Her lips

crowd. She looked at

hand. The mic

a deafening thud that rever

ck," Chl