Marrying Mr. Greyson
Her refined, sharp and old voice questioned.
“My apologies, your honor.” I gave a slight tilt of my head.
“Miss. Sienna Adams you are charged with the murder of Jace Wright how do you plead?”
“Not guilty, your honor,” I answered for her.
She lifted her brows then called us forward.
“Greyson,” Shirley, the prosecutor in this case, greeted as we made our way to the front.
“Shirley,” I gave a curt nod as well. She was a worthy opponent, but I just knew she had little information about my client to bombard with questions just yet.
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