Julian: Clara, come sit over here in my chair. You look faint.
Clara: Oh, no, sir... I am just a waitress. I shouldn't sit at the head wedding table.
Julian: Today, you sit wherever you want in this hall. Sit down, please.
Clara sat down carefully on the plush dining chair, holding an ice pack Eleanor handed her to cool her swollen cheek.
Eleanor: Clara... what did you say your last name was again?
Clara: Vance, ma'am. Clara Vance.
Eleanor froze, her eyes widening as she looked closely at the young girl's facial features.
Eleanor: Vance? Did your father work in the estate archives twenty years ago?
Clara: Yes... his name was Thomas Vance. He passed away when I was ten.
Eleanor: Thomas Vance?! Oh my goodness... Julian, look at her eyes!
Julian: Mother, what is it?
Eleanor: Thomas Vance was your father's chief accountant! He was the man who saved our family business from bankruptcy during the financial crisis!
Julian: Wait... the Thomas Vance who built our charitable foundation trust?!
Eleanor: Yes! He was a hero to our family! But after he died, we lost track of his wife and daughter!
Clara: My mother didn't want to ask for charity... so she took a job cleaning offices, and I took this waitstaff job to pay for college.
Julian: You are Thomas Vance's daughter... working as a maid in our hotel?
Clara: I needed the money for my final tuition payment this semester, sir.
Eleanor: Oh, my sweet child... you shouldn't be working as a maid anywhere! Your father had a five percent non-voting share in our corporation that was held in trust!
Victoria gasped from the floor, her eyes wide with shock.