Elena’s POV
The air in the hall shifted and I took a step back. The bags Bella and the maids had dumped onto the floor were overflowing with proof. First, the photos. There were dozens; close-ups of Sara, many of them taken in private moments. Some were harmless enough, like her at a café or walking down the street. But others… my stomach turned. There were pictures of her lounging in a silk robe that barely covered anything, the neckline plunging dangerously, and she was looking straight at the camera with a smile that screamed seduction.
Then came the printed messages. I picked up one at random. It was a conversation between Sara and Ken, and the words made my blood boil:
[Sara: That new uniform suits you well.]
[Ken: Thank you, my lady.]
[Sara: I can’t help noticing how
