Chapter 6 - A Daughter's Intuition

While Vanessa was busy drinking champagne in the bridal suite, little Lily had wandered down to the ballroom to look at the flowers.
She had been inconsolable for a month, refusing to believe her mother had abandoned her.
As she stood near the stage, she had noticed a tiny piece of blue fabric snagged on a wooden splinter near the base of the wall.
It was silk.
The exact shade of Eleanor’s favorite scarf.
And then, she heard the scratching.
Lily hadn't run to the nanny.
She hadn't run to Vanessa.
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Driven by a pure, ferocious love, she had found the heaviest thing she could lift—the golden ice hammer.
She had waited for the perfect moment to strike, knowing her father would only listen if the whole world was watching.