“It was a result of many different factors,” Judge replies coolly. “But first and foremost, I would say that it’s a direct result of her grief, the loss of her family, and the uncertainty of navigating such dark times. I will be the first to admit that Mercedes has had her troubles, but I will also be the first to tell you that she has come leaps and bounds from the young woman I first took into my care. She has proven herself to be generous, intelligent, soft-hearted, and gracious. Mercedes De La Rosa is a Society daughter, and with that comes expectations. She has learned, as many of us have, to portray herself in a favorable light at all times, despite any turmoil that might be lingering beneath the surface. I can assure you that the Mercedes you saw at dinner is not an accurate representation of the many layers in her. She has put on a brave face for the world, but there is more… so much more to her than anyone could ever know. I’m kindly asking you to take this into consideration before we proceed with a messy trial that will tarnish her reputation or the De La Rosa name.”

An uncomfortable silence falls over the courtroom as Judge’s words settle over us all. I’m staring at the back of his head, my heart beating three times faster than I know it probably should. Santi’s gaze is on him too. As are every pair of eyes up on the dais.

“I had no idea you had it in you to say so many thoughtful words about someone, Lawson,” Hildebrand snorts. “But I suppose you’ve had your practice, haven’t you? This is exactly the type of defense that would sway you in your own courtroom.”

The councilor’s response deflates me immediately, the small moment of comfort I felt from Judge’s testimony dissipating into the void. What Hildebrand said makes sense, and that’s far easier to believe than the genuine sentiments from a man who’s practically told me he’s incapable of love.

“If you aren’t here to listen to us testify to my sister’s character,” Santi interjects, “then what is the purpose of this charade?”

Hildebrand narrows his gaze at my brother before turning his appraising eyes on me. “Character testimony can be saved for later. You are correct in that, Santiago. Let’s get on with the questions then, shall we?”

He gestures with his hand, and I see he has a remote. It’s only after he presses a button that I realize they’re actually going to show us the surveillance footage. I feel like I’m going to be sick all over again as the white screen at the front of the room flickers to life, and the video starts to play.