Adam Price's face turned stone cold. His sharp eyes bore into Eleanor as he stepped away from her, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" he asked, voice low and biting.
Eleanor, red-faced and flustered, pointed at the ceiling in a last-ditch effort to defend herself. "T-The chandelier! It was about to fall! I was trying to save you!"
Adam raised an eyebrow and looked up. The chandelier was very clearly retracting into the ceiling with a smooth mechanical hum, not falling. It was obvious to everyone in the room.
"Any normal person would know it's going up, not down," he said flatly.
The room fell into an awkward silence for a moment.
Then someone near the refreshments snickered. "Isn't she the one who screeched into the mic earlier?"
"And farted near the drinks table?" another guest added loudly.
