Kylian
The courthouse steps were already crowded with press by the time we arrived, cameras turning toward Isabella, toward Ella, the moment she stepped out of the car, and I felt her hand tighten briefly in mine before she squared her shoulders and walked forward exactly the way Solange had trained her to, chin level, spine straight, giving away nothing but calm certainty.
"Ms. Hart, can you confirm the reports," a reporter called out. "Is it true you faked your own death?"
"I'll be making a full statement after today's hearing," Ella said, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us, and kept walking without breaking stride, exactly as Renata had coached her to that morning.
Inside, the courtroom was smaller than I expected for a hearing already generating this much public atte
