Veronica's POV:
I woke up to the sound of chaos outside... overlapping voices, hurried footsteps, and the relentless clicking of cameras.
At first, I thought I was dreaming. I buried my head under the pillow, too tired to care. But the sound only grew louder like something sharp, insistent, shouting. I couldn't sleep after that.
With a groan, I pushed myself out of bed and stumbled toward the window. And what I saw made the sleep drain out of me completely.
A crowd of reporters was gathered outside the gates of the Ashford beach house, microphones raised, cameras flashing. They were swarming the housemaids at the entrance, shouting over one another.
“Can you confirm what happened to Miss Whitmore last night?”
“Was she assaulted by the intruder?”
“Does the victim have any physical in
