ARIANA'S POV
Their voices filled the room and everyone except Zayn and me looked absolutely shell-shocked. I kept darting my eyes between the two of them, studying their expressions. Julian’s face was twisted in rage, while Ximena’s eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out of her sockets at any minute.
When the recording stopped playing, Julian abruptly marched to the middle of the room. “What is this?” he demanded, his voice filled with anger. “Where did you get that?”
I took a small step forward, my hands shaking a bit but I kept my voice steady. “I recorded the little conversation you two had. You and Ximena plotting to frame Zayn and get me out of his life. Everyone can hear it out now, loud and clear.”
“And you think this nonsense recording proves anything? No, it doesn’t.
