Chapter 3 - The Point of No Return
Her sneakers gripped the polished marble floor as she sprinted through the narrow aisles between banquet tables. Elegantly dressed patrons turned in shock as the young waitress in the light gray uniform darted past their chairs, her white apron fluttering behind her like a signal flag.
"Hey! What is she doing?" a man in a velvet tuxedo barked, pulling his chair back.
Elena ignored him, her eyes locked entirely on Margaret Romano. She had less than five seconds.
Margaret was mid-sentence, raising her wine glass, when Elena burst into the space between Table 11 and Table 12. Without slowing down, Elena reached out and grabbed the older woman’s arm with both hands.
"Mrs. Romano, get up!" Elena shouted over the din of the string quartet and chatter.
Margaret startled violently, her wine sloshing onto the pristine white tablecloth. She looked up in absolute bewilderment at the breathless waitress gripping her arm.
"What? What is the meaning of this?" Margaret demanded, her voice rich with aristocratic offense. "Release me at once!"
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Elena didn't waste breath explaining physics. She pointed her right hand straight up toward the apex of the dome.
"The structure is failing!" Elena screamed.
