Rachel turned serious. “I’ve been digging all night. Someone sent the story to Gossip A-List Weekly. Not just the photos—a full breakdown of the timeline. Your outings. Your hotel weekends. Even the gala footage.”
Julian stiffened. “That means someone close to you, Lexi. Someone who knew where you were. When.”
Lexi’s mind raced.
“It’s not me, obviously,” Rachel added. “And it’s not Maya—she’s been panicking about the sponsors all week.”
Lexi’s breath caught in her throat. “Ethan.”
Rachel blinked. “Your boyfriend?”
“Ex,” Lexi muttered. “Kind of. I never officially ended things. And he saw me… that night at dinner.”
Julian frowned. “You told me he kissed you.”
Lexi winced. “Yeah, and Emma saw it. She sent it to you. But that was before everything blew up.”
Rachel was already pulling
