She did not rush into the room or offer a frantic apology for her lateness. Instead, she stepped inside with a composed grace, her navy wool coat perfectly tailored and her hair pulled back into a sleek, professional knot.
In each hand, she held the small fingers of two identical boys who walked beside her in total silence, their dark blazers buttoned and their shoes polished to a high shine. The twins moved with an eerie stillness, their eyes taking in the courtroom with a maturity that seemed far beyond their young years.
A ripple of whispers broke out across the benches as people questioned why she would bring children into such a cold and technical environment. Gianna let out a soft, mocking laugh that traveled through the quiet air like a sharp blade.
Dominic didn’t bother to stand, instead leaning back to watch his wife approach with a smirk that was more of an insult than a greeting. “Still trying to make a scene, I see,” he muttered loud enough for the reporters to catch the jab.