Victoria: Frozen? What do you mean frozen? My credit cards... my accounts...
Elena: Try paying your legal fees when every single card in your expensive designer purse gets declined.
Guest 2: I think we should leave. This is getting way too serious.
Guest 1: Yes, let's go. Victoria, we'll talk later... or maybe we won't.
Victoria: No! Don't leave! Stay right here! We are having dinner! She's lying to all of you!
The guests quickly pushed their chairs back, the legs scraping loudly against the polished wood floor. They gathered their coats and purses, avoiding eye contact with Victoria as they hurried toward the main foyer.
Victoria: Come back! Sarah! Michael! Don't listen to her!
Elena: They aren't going to help you, Victoria. People like them only stay around when the wine is flowing and the checks clear.
Victoria: You ruined my reputation! You humiliated me in front of everyone who matters in this city!
Elena: You humiliated yourself the moment you thought you could steal a dead man's legacy and get away with it.
Victoria stood alone in the center of the massive dining room, surrounded by half-eaten plates and spilled wine glasses. Her carefully constructed world of wealth and status was crumbling around her.
Victoria: I gave him the best years of my life! I deserved that inheritance!
Elena: You gave him stress, isolation, and deceit. You didn't even put a headstone on his grave because you didn't want to spend five hundred dollars.
Victoria: That was... that was an administrative delay!
Elena: That was cold-hearted greed. But I bought his headstone yesterday. It says 'Beloved Father.' Something you never let him be.
Victoria: I'm not leaving this house. You can't make me leave without an eviction order.
Elena: Look out the front window, Victoria.
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