The massive screen behind Chloe played, warehouse audio flooding the stunned ballroom.
“I killed Isabella Harrington. She thought she was better than me—prettier than me.”
Onscreen, Chloe crouched over a bound woman kneeling, bruised but defiant. A young girl lay slumped nearby.
Gasps rippled through the crowd, swelling into shouts and frantic questions.
“What’s...