Chapter 4: Fire Behind Velvet Curtains
Chaos doesn’t explode.
It spreads.
Quietly.
Elegantly.
Like fire behind silk curtains.
Within minutes, whispers replaced laughter. Phones replaced champagne glasses. The orchestra faltered mid-note.
My mother noticed first.
She grabbed my arm again—but this time, there was fear behind her anger.
“What did you do?”
I tilted my head slightly.
“Nothing,” I said softly.
“I just showed them who you really are.”
Her grip loosened.
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For the first time in my life…
she looked small.
