Rich Lady Invited Her Poor Maid to a Charity Gala as a Joke — Froze When She Arrived in a $2M Gown

The laughter started before Katherine Prescott finished the sentence.

“I’ve decided Monica should attend my birthday gala.”

Four women sitting around Katherine’s glass breakfast table looked at one another.

Then burst out laughing.

Katherine smiled.

Not warmly.

Katherine Prescott rarely did anything warmly.

She leaned back in her chair, one manicured hand wrapped around a champagne flute.

“Imagine it.”

Her voice carried the lazy confidence of somebody accustomed to being the most powerful person in every room.

“Two hundred guests.”

She counted on her fingers.

“Diamonds.”

Another finger.

“Politicians.”

Another.

“Bankers.”

Then she looked toward the doorway.

“And Monica.”

The women laughed harder.

Monica Adams stood near the wall holding a silver coffee pot.

Her posture was perfect.

Eyes lowered.

White uniform pressed.

Expression unreadable.

Katherine lifted her hand.