Celeste’s POV
There wasn’t a chance in hell I was letting this queen of manipulation get away with this. I pulled out my phone and opened Vanessa’s Instagram.
This snake had bitten her own tail.
I stepped forward, my heels crunching on the broken glass.
“Excuse me, officers.” I called over the chaotic crowd. “If I can have a moment of your time, I think we can clear up this situation right now.”
The room quietened down as every eye turned to follow my approach to the police officers.
I held my phone screen high and visible. On it, a video Vanessa had posted on IG last night played on a loop. She was at the gym doing pilates, twisting and stretching her body with such complex and wide-ranging movements.
I increased the volume on my phone and Vanessa’s voice played through.
“This next one is called the boomerang. It’s one of the most challenging pilates exercises there are.” She said with a smug laugh. “Although for me it’s a breeze, even in my second trimester.”
I turned down the volu
