(Three Years Later)

I stepped out of the courtroom, my heels clanking against the marble floor and my Versace bag swinging with each movement.

Then I stopped in front of the door.

I adjusted my shades.

My gaze ran over my suit top and skirt in approval.

"Show time, Rosie."

Then I pushed the door.

The moment I stepped outside, flashlights blinded me for only a second before reporters surged forward trying to shove their mics in my face.

My security detail immediately formed a barrier, allowing me just enough space to breathe.

"Miss Alphonse! Miss Alphonse! Over here!"

I didn't stop or bother to look. 

I simply kept walking...