She's waiting in the lobby when I arrive at Liam's building Monday morning, two hours before I'm supposed to be in court.
I recognize her from photos. Natasha Knight. All legs and blonde highlights and the kind of confidence that comes from being beautiful your whole life and never hearing no. She's sitting on one of those expensive leather chairs like she owns the place, scrolling through her phone with perfectly manicured nails.
When she sees me, she stands. Smiles. The smile doesn't reach her eyes.
"Violet Carter." She says my name like she's tasting it. "I was hoping we'd run into each other."
My hand tightens on my bag. I'm supposed to testify in two hours and I don't have time for whatever this is. "I'm here to see Liam."
"I know. He told me you were coming over to prep before c
