It was a half an hour until the the judge was to arrive in the courtroom. In the small chatter the clacking of his cane could be heard as it tapped against the tile floor of the courtroom as Adam B. Gold walked to the defendant, he shook his hand and after plopping himself down began to talk with the man. Adam Gold was known to be one of the very best Lawyers in not just Storybrooke, but in the state of Maine and surrounding areas, along with Regina Mills and Lacey French. He was quite excited for this case, it provided a slight challenge- not that his claim proved difficult, it was because he got to finally go up again Miss Lacey French... Lacey- who the hell names their kid Lacey? Had to be a nickname of some sorts. Neither one of them had lost a case in years. He hadn't lost one in about eight years and her. Not one from her start. French, he had heard that last name before, but for the life of him couldn't make it out where he had heard it from.
About 15 minutes before the trial was to begin the tapping of heels make its way through the room. Ah Lacey French~. He Looked up for a moment only to see the back of sky blue heels and bare legs that went uncovered until a few inches above the knee where a black skirt hung that showed off her wonderful curves, a white dress shirt was tucked under it. It was a perfect mix of business and casual. He studied how the brown hair shined. Suddenly a pen dropped to the ground and Gold leaned down to get it, "Thank you." A sweet voice said. He simply nodded as he stood up, meeting beautiful ocean blue eyes. Suddenly his heart began racing, French. Now he knew where he heard that name. His body tensed and he became absolutely silent, looking as if he had seen a ghost. "Thank you. Mr Gold." Her voice had turned harsher. Poisonous almost, as she waited for the pen. "It-It's no matter..." He sat back in his chair slowly, hand grasping at his cane. Flashes from eight years ago went by in his mind and gods did it hurt. He took a sip of water to quench his dry lips and for the last ten minutes tried to compose himself for the case. Gods, was he going dread this case.