_Zarelle’s POV_
Elsa smiled victoriously, her face mirrored the satisfaction and pride she felt. “Nicholas has more money than brains. I got my bodyguards to track down the photographer who took the pictures, put some fear into him, and he spilled everything.”
I nodded, not really surprised by her efficiency. I appreciated having such a loyal friend.
“You don’t look surprised,” Elsa commented, studying my face.
“Actually, I am. A little bit.”
I had been expecting Celina to be behind this, especially after getting that call from Clem. But Nicholas made sense too. I had never liked him. He was always too nice, like he was trying to hide something rotten underneath.
I knew who he was, of course. The playboy liked to consider himself Calden’s best friend, though I failed to
