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They laughed at her cheap dress—until her royal title was announced publicly.

They laughed at her cheap dress—until her royal title was announced publicly. The first laugh hit her before she even reached the ballroom. Not loud—sharp, like a glass clinking wrong—then another, and another, until it followed her down the service corridor. Ella kept walking, tray steady in one hand, the other pinching the hem of the only dress she owned that could pass for “formal” if you didn’t look too close. “Is that cotton?” someone whispered behind her. “Thrift,” another girl snorted, and the giggles came easy, like cruelty was entertainment. Ella didn’t turn. She pushed through the swinging doors and stepped into a room built to make ordinary people feel small. If you’ve ever been judged for what you’re wearing, don’t click away—stay with me. Hit like, subscribe, and comment where you're watching from, because what happens to Ella tonight is going to make every one of these rich people regret laughing. Now, let’s dive in. Crystal chandeliers. Gold light. A runway to the stage. Linen so thick it looked expensive just sitting there. On the wall: HARGROVE HOPE FOUNDATION, bold letters over a smiling photo of Adrian Hargrove shaking hands with a child for the cameras. “Ella.” The banquet manager, Marla, marched over, headset on, eyes already angry. “What is that?” “It’s clean,” Ella said.