Music blasted across the rooftop, laughter echoed off the walls, and the air was heavy with the scent of expensive champagne. It was the kind of lavish gathering where the rich came to show off their wealth, status, and curated lives. Amid the sea of designer dresses and perfectly tailored suits, Emily Harris stood out—not because she fit in, but precisely because she didn’t.
At 23, Emily was working the party as a server, hired just for the night to pass around drinks and bite-sized appetizers. Dressed in a plain black uniform and scuffed sneakers, she did her best to stay invisible, fading into the background. This world of luxury wasn’t hers. Her reality was filled with back-to-back diner shifts, late-night public transit, and carefully counting each dollar to care for her ailing mother in Queens.
But tonight, fate had other plans—and none of them were kind.
When she maneuvered through the crowd with a tray of champagne glasses, she was abruptly stopped by a cluster of young elites, their gowns and stilettos worth more than Emily’s monthly wages. At the center was Madison Greene—a tall brunette whose expression of contempt came effortlessly, shaped by a life of entitlement and never hearing “no.”
“Watch where you’re going, servant,” Madison said loudly enough for others to hear. Several partygoers snickered. Emily flushed red, muttered an apology, and tried to step aside, but Madison wasn’t done.
“Actually, why don’t you cool off a little?” she added with a malicious smile.
Before Emily could react, Madison shoved her shoulder. The tray of champagne flew into the air, glasses shattered on the pool deck, and Emily plunged backward into the water with a splash.
Gasps filled the air—followed quickly by laughter. Phones were lifted, cameras flashed, and mocking voices echoed around her as Emily struggled to surface. Her soaked uniform clung to her body, her sneakers heavy with water as she fought to pull herself to the edge.
“You look better wet!” someone shouted.
“Hey, waitress, maybe you should swim for tips!” another mocked.
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