Chapter 30

Christina's POV Thirty seconds later, the massive screen in the center of the ballroom illuminated, crystal-clear as a Hollywood premiere, every detail sharp enough to catch the sweat glistening on Beatrice's arms. From my position near the open door, I had the perfect view of the disaster unfolding downstairs. Niall whipped around to glare at Beatrice, his Alpha presence intensifying with his anger. "You said Christina was stirring up trouble, pulling the tablecloth and trying to blame it on you. So explain to me why, in that footage, it's your hand yanking the cloth, and Chrissy's nowhere near it?" Beatrice burst into tears on cue, trembling so violently her diamond earrings rattled against her neck.She stammered helplessly,"Maybe I, I tugged it by accident? Christina kept provoking me, and I panicked, I thought..." No one in the room was buying her performance. Beatrice clutched at Niall's sleeve. "Niall, I didn't mean to cause trouble! Chrissy set me off! You know how she gets when