A seven-year-old girl stood beside one of the richest women in the city, pointing directly at the sparkling diamond on her hand while stunned guests turned in silence beneath the glowing Eiffel Tower.
The woman froze instantly.
“…what did you just say?”
The little girl stepped closer, her eyes locked on the ring.
“My mom has the exact same one.”
The room grew colder.
Phones slowly lifted around the restaurant as whispers died one by one.
The woman’s fingers began trembling.
“That’s impossible…”
But the girl calmly shook her head.
“She hides it under her pillow.”
Fear crashed across the woman’s face.
Then came the question she was terrified to ask.
“She’s here?”
The little girl slowly pointed toward the restaurant entrance.
“She’s outside.”
The woman shoved her chair back so hard it scraped across the marble floor and rushed toward the glass doors.
Cold wind exploded into the restaurant as she threw them open—
then suddenly stopped breathing.
“…no…”
But before anyone could see what was outside…
the screen cut to black.
Part 2 in the comments.
