SOPHIA’S POV
The staff hurried to the projector, slotting the drive in. The screen flickered and went black, and the silence stretched.
Murmurs filled the hall again.
“Convenient,” Amber-Leigh smirked. “Looks like your grand evidence isn’t working.”
“Decorum, Miss Whitford,” Jace said.
Her smirk waned.
My stomach twisted and I gripped Jace’s arm tighter. He gave me a reassuring squeeze around my waist.
The loading bar crawled across the corner, inch by inch, and the crowd shifted, whispering.
Then the footage started finally.
Mrs. Whitford’s face filled the screen, clear as day, her hand sliding the bracelet into my bag while the hall was still empty.
Gasps exploded through the room and someone shouted, “That’s Mrs Whitford!”
Amber-Leigh went white. Chanel and Marissa froz
