And then she spoke.
“First,” she began, “let me thank you all for being here today.”
Her voice was soft — not loud, not aggressive — yet it somehow commanded the entire room.
“I understand,” she continued, letting her gaze sweep across the sea of cameras and eyes, “just how serious these allegations are. And I know how much damage they can cause if left unanswered. Which,” she said, her eyes narrowing just slightly, her voice growing even firmer, “is why I will not allow them to stand unchallenged.”
From where I sat, I could almost see the spark in her eyes — fierce and unyielding.
God, she is fearless.
Bella reached into the leather folio in front of her and pulled out a stack of papers.
“These,” she said clearly, sliding the sheets onto the table, “are my original sketches.”
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