The ballroom is now tense. Guests step back, sensing something dark beneath the elegance.
The elderly woman stares at the man gripping her arm.
Her voice trembles, but she doesn’t look away.
ELDERLY WOMAN:
“What did you do… to Rosemary?”
The man tightens his jaw.
MAN:
“You were never supposed to speak that name again.”
The waitress steps forward, confused but shaken.
WAITRESS:
“Who is Rosemary…? Why do I have her necklace?”
The man slowly turns to her.
For a moment, something almost human flickers in his eyes.
Then it disappears.
MAN:
“That necklace belonged to a child who died in a fire twenty years ago.”
A wave of shock spreads through the room.
The elderly woman gasps.
ELDERLY WOMAN (crying):
“She didn’t die… I tried to save her…”
The man’s voice drops colder.
MAN:
“You failed.”
A long silence.
Then the waitress suddenly steps back, shaking.
WAITRESS (whispering):
“I… remember fire…”
Her hands tremble. Flash memories break through her mind: flames, smoke, a woman screaming her name—
ELDERLY WOMAN:
“Rosemary… it’s you…”
The man suddenly moves forward—
But security lights flash in the hall. Guests panic.
The truth is about to explode.
The waitress looks between them, tears falling.
FINAL LINE (her voice breaking):
“If I survived… then who am I now?”
