**CASSANDRA **
Two Weeks Later…..
I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers trembling as they brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Today was the day. The long-awaited trial of D'Angelo family members, the ones who had pulled me into their web of corruption and deceit, was finally here. My reflection looked calm, but inside, a storm raged. I had spent years fighting to win their trust and love, but now, with justice finally within reach, it felt too surreal.
I wore a simple black dress—elegant, but understated. It was my armor, shielding me from the weight of the family name I bore. My heels clicked softly on the floor as I moved toward the door, but paused when my gaze fell on Nikolai waiting in the hallway. His tall figure, dressed in a tailored suit, brought a sense of steadiness to my chaotic emotions. He met my eyes, his expression unreadable, but the concern in his gaze was unmistakable.
"Are you ready?" he asked quietly.
