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The Trial...
Amy was a bundle of nerves. The meetings with Miles Prescott, the preparation of their statements - even the deposition - had been one thing, but now that the trial loomed just ahead of them... Literally just ahead...
Adam wrapped an arm around her shoulders protectively as they sat on a bench out in the hall, waiting for the guard to call them into the courtroom.
The redhead was a bundle of nerves. She felt physically sick and hoped she would not throw up. God, what a disaster that would be...
She looked up to meet her husband's warm green eyes, so full of assurance, before shifting her gaze to Stacy Keibler. The leggy blonde was sitting several feet to her right, Eddy Guerrero right at her side.
At Amy and Adam's immediate left were Trish Stratus, Stephanie McMahon and attorney Miles Prescott. While the petite blonde and the wiry man were both seated calmly, the brunette was pacing the floor nearby. Apparently, she was about as nervous as Amy felt.
"Stephanie, chill out..." Trish said softly as she glanced up at the brunette. "Everything is going to be fine..."
The youngest McMahon stopped in her tracks to regard the Canadian diva.
"Trish, do you even remotely understand the concept of what's going to happen here?"
"Yes, perfectly so..." the blonde replied. "But I see no reason to get yourself sick over it."
Stephanie eyed the other woman as though she were alien to her. She could not comprehend how someone could be so calm at a time like this. Okay, granted Trish wasn't the one suing her billionaire father for sole control and ownership of his company - but nonetheless, she was going to be testifying against him and destroying his character.
In a way, Stephanie envied Trish. She wished she could remain as at ease as the other woman.
Despite the inner turmoil she felt, Stephanie decided to at least try to calm herself. Being all nervous could only prove a hindrance and a hurt.
She sat down beside Amy, who had an empty space to her right, and sighed, then ran both hands through her long brown hair.
Amy watched her friend in silence, knowing full well how the other woman was feeing and feeling for her. Then, reaching out with her right hand, she took hold of one of Stephanie's hands and gave it a gentle, yet reassuring, squeeze.
Stephanie looked up and met the redhead's eyes, and the two of them shared a moment of silent communication.
"Mr. Prescott, Ms. McMahon - the judge is ready for you..."
Stephanie's blue eyes widened slightly as looked up at the bailiff who'd come out and spoken. In silence, she accepted the fact that the time had come - the time was now.
"All right...Thank you..." She rose first, and the others all followed suit.
The tall brunette held her breath, and she and Miles exchanged glances.
"Don't worry, Stephanie..." the lawyer spoke softly. "Things are going to go in our favor - especially with your mother and brother appearing as surprise witnesses..."
Stephanie raised her right hand and held it up, her fingers crossed. At this
rate, she felt she could use all the extra luck she could get...