The impact was so loud it echoed off the marble walls. The force was so great that Leo threw his head back. He didn’t even have time to scream. He fell hard to the ground, his small body slumped against the cold stone.
“Leo!” I shouted, lunging forward.
I was there in a flash and pulled him onto my lap. He was pale, a dark bruise was already forming on his cheek, and his eyes were rolled back in his head. He’d hit his head when he fell. He was unconscious.
“My dress!” Vanessa shouted, pointing to the wet side. “That dress is worth tens of thousands of euros, Marcus! And that clumsy brat ruined it!” Why did you let her bring it here?”
My parents came running. My mother didn’t look at Leo. She didn’t check if her grandson was still breathing. She reached out and touched the wet fabric of Vanessa’s dress.
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