She had asked for anything—a coin, a bottle of water, a sandwich—but all she received were disgusted looks, muttered insults about “ruining the entrance,” and even a shove from a waiter who told her to move because “important people” were arriving.
As guests stepped out of black SUVs dressed in designer clothes, heading toward the ballroom where the Carter Foundation was hosting a gala to highlight its “commitment to the less fortunate,” the woman stretched out her hand and rasped, “Please, sir… even just something to eat. I haven’t had anything since yesterday.”
No one stopped. Some ignored her completely. Others glanced and kept walking. Daniel’s fiancée, Vanessa Blake, wrinkled her nose in irritation. “Get her out of here,” she ordered. “She’s going to ruin the photos.”
That was when Emily Carter, Daniel’s only daughter, stepped out of the car and noticed the woman. Unlike everyone else, she didn’t focus on the dirt or the torn clothes.