A brilliant white beam of light swept across the room. It ignored the gilded tables, ignored the Rossi family, and fell on me with precision.
I stood in the center of the light, my black dress suddenly becoming like armor. The entire ballroom fell silent. The hum of the air conditioning was audible.
Vanessa stood frozen, one foot on the first step of the podium. She turned around, a look of dismay on her face. “That light… it’s a mistake. Please direct it at the podium!”
The announcer smiled and nodded at me. “President Rossi? The podium is yours.”
Chapter 4: Madam President
I was in no hurry. I walked with the steady, rhythmic gait of someone who knows exactly where they’re going.
As she passed Vanessa, she reached out and grabbed my sleeve. “Isabella, go back to your table!” This isn’t funny!
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