Catherine
I couldn't take my eyes off her, waiting to see what she'd to show. Does she really care about gossip that much?
I marvelled, eyes fixed on her.
"There it is," she said, pulling out her phone and scrolling through it, her fingers pressing firmly on the screen.
Her eyes scanning desperately.
"Yeah, I got what I wanted," she muttered, handing me a video.
I hesitated for a moment but took it. My body slightly shiver. I looked from her to the phone in my hands.
My eyes widened.
My heart hitched.
A silent ripple ran through my spine, sending cold chills all over my skin.
"Where did you get this?" I asked, my voice shaking.
She slowly collected the phone from me.
"Surprised? I knew you would be," she said, putting the phone back into her purse.
"A friend of mine who works at the hotel sent it to me," she said, her lips stretching.
"That's why I hate him," she added, her eyes running in the direction where Jack stood.
