Vanessa wins! ...Or does she?

Vanessa, having finished her champagne grabbed another glass. She drank this one quickly, feeling rather hot tonight. All her product, accessories and fine gown were weighing heavy, as were the many chandeliers hanging from the roof. An old donor to the charity came to speak to her, but she could hardly bother to pay attention.

"Excuse me," She said abruptly, walking away from him. What should she do? She finished her champagne and grabbed another glass. Across the room, Lauren and Megan were watching like hawks. They both noted Vanessa was beginning to sway, and visibly sweating a bit. They shared a smile, holding hands as they backed against the wall to remove themselves from the situation.

"It's good to see you doing so well," The family lawyer approached Vanessa. "The most successful gala yet, though it's a shame you're sister dressed so inappropriately again."

"That wasn't her fault, it's mine." Vanessa said. She grimaced as soon as she spoke. Why was she speaking like this? She hadn't meant to say that!

"Don't try to cover for you sister," The lawyer said. "It's very noble, but I saw her behavior after the last charity ball and I saw EXACTLY what sort of inappropriate actions she will do. Anyways, after tonight, I'm fine abandoning the decency clause and giving you your aunt's inheritance permanently."

"That's all I want." Vanessa said, once again her eyes bulging out at the startling admission.

"...Yes," The lawyer raised an eyebrow at her strange response. "Anyways, isn't it time for your speech?"

"Yes, speech." Vanessa said dreamily. She moved to the small stage, feeling wobbly and dream like as she stepped up...