Victoria: PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'M SORRY!
Victoria held her burning cheek on the floor, her veil torn, crying frantically as she looked up at the man she was supposed to marry.
Julian: Forgive you? You tried to murder me for my family estate!
Victoria: I didn't want to kill you! My father owed five million dollars to the bank! They were going to seize our house today!
Julian: So you wanted my inheritance money before the marriage papers were even processed?!
Victoria: If you were hospitalized, I would have signing power over your accounts!
Julian: You are sick, Victoria. Absolutely sick.
Eleanor: I knew there was something evil about this girl from the day you brought her home, Julian.
Julian: Mother... she almost succeeded.
Eleanor: Thanks to this brave girl, you are still breathing.
Eleanor stepped toward Clara, taking the trembling maid's hands in her own.
Eleanor: What is your name, child?
Clara: Clara, ma'am... Clara Vance.
Eleanor: You saved my son's life today, Clara. You have nothing to fear in this house.
Clara: I was so scared she was going to hit me again... but I couldn't let him drink that glass.
Julian: You took a slap for me, Clara. You let her hit you just so you could knock that glass over.
Clara: I tried to pretend to trip... I didn't know how else to stop him from taking a sip!
Julian: You are the bravest person in this room.
Victoria sobbed on the marble floor, grabbing the hem of Julian's tuxedo pants with shaking hands.
Victoria: Julian, please! Think about our families! Think about our reputation in high society!
Julian: Get your filthy hands off me!