Isabel's eyes landed on the small, black lenses tucked into the corners of the ceiling.
"There are cameras all around this ballroom," she pointed out. "Instead of standing here and accusing Lyvana, we should just check the security feed. That will show us exactly who pushed who."
Clarisse's eyes widened, and she gripped Susan's arm a little tighter.
"No, it's... it's okay," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I don't want to cause any more trouble on Mark's big night. Let's just forget it."
"No," Damon said firmly. He looked at Lyvana, then back at the crowd. "I insist. I believe in my daughter, and if she says she didn't touch her, then I want her name cleared right now."
Mark's stepped forward. "Everyone, please, let's just calm down," he said. "It was just a clumsy accident. There's no need to stop the celebration for a security tape. Let's just let the party continue!"
