The shattering mirror sent shards scattering across the foyer's polished marble floor, Isabelle collapsing amid the wreckage as guests stumbled backward in shocked, horrified silence. Vanessa stood over her, breathing heavily, her earlier resentment now fully unleashed into open, aggressive fury.
"Get out of here," she screamed, pointing an accusatory finger down at Isabelle, "you piece of trash!" Her voice echoed sharply through the stunned foyer, guests exchanging horrified glances, though nobody yet moved to intervene directly in the escalating confrontation.
Isabelle remained motionless among the broken glass, her earlier calm composure completely shattered by the sudden, violent shove. A visible injury had already begun forming along her hairline, blood mixing faintly with strands of her dark hair as she lay stunned against the cold marble floor.
Nearby guests began murmuring anxiously, several reaching for their phones, though the shock of the sudden violence had left most of them momentarily frozen, uncertain how to respond appropriately to the scene unfolding before them. Vanessa remained standing over Isabelle, her chest heaving with barely controlled emotion, seemingly unaware or unconcerned about the severity of the injury she had just caused.