Sighing resolutely, she squared her shoulders and strode back to reception.
"Esther," she welcomed, extending her hand for a friendly but professional shake.
The other woman looked like a walking advertisement for Talbot's.
The sad truth being that trials could often boil down to nothing more than a popularity contest. There could be a mountain of evidence against a defendant, yet none of it would matter if one or two jurors simply didn't like you.
But their world was still very much a boy's club, further compounding the problem. Dress too trendy and no one takes you seriously…donn something remniscent of a librarian and you're deemed too uptight. Randolph had been in the industry long enough to know how to successfully play the game.
"Angela," she curtly smiled, then nodded in the direction of the girl to her far left. Her back was to them and she was engaged in deep discussion with Katy.
Angela drank her in. Petite. Early teens. Victoria's Secret PINK sweatpants and matching hoodie. Fuzzy Ugg booties despite the balmy spring temps. Strawberry blonde mane swept up in a sock bun, a few stray pieces falling loose in the back.
"Like, see what you did…I like that," she was saying, gesturing at fishtailed waterfall braid framing Katy's face.
The brunette relished the compliment.
"I watch tutorials on YouTube when I'm bored," shrugging nonchalantly as the attorneys approached them.
"Gillian?" Esther interrupted.
When the girl turned around, she looked like she'd swallowed a watermelon and it took everything Angela had not to audibly gasp.