Marcus spun around.
“What are you doing here, you filthy kid?”
“Sir, the car is leaking brake fluid,” Ethan pleaded. “Someone punctured the brake line.”
Marcus scoffed.
“Get out before I call security.”
He grabbed a hose and blasted Ethan with cold water, forcing him out of the garage.
Humiliated and soaked, Ethan hid behind the bushes. But when he saw the wedding guests celebrating nearby, he knew he couldn’t leave.
He ran into the party trying to warn people, but no one listened. They only saw a dirty child interrupting a wealthy celebration.
A security guard grabbed him and dragged him toward the gate.
Just then the mansion doors opened. Applause erupted as Daniel and Emily appeared.
The Rolls-Royce pulled up.
Desperate, Ethan bit the guard’s hand and ran straight toward the car.
“Don’t get in!” he shouted.
He collided with Emily, leaving greasy handprints across her white dress.
“I said don’t get in! The brakes are ruined!”
The crowd fell silent.
Marcus grabbed Ethan angrily.
“You again!”
“Let him go,” Emily said firmly.
She knelt beside the trembling boy.
“What’s your name?”
“Ethan.”
“Why are you saying this?”
“Because the car is bleeding brake fluid.”
Daniel frowned.
Marcus scoffed again.