Two days later.
The court wasn't coming for Tristan. Instead, it was finally the time for some justice.
Gabriella, Tristan's fan who showed only more and more craziness over time, was finally about to get her due.
Dressed up like a stylish (but all business today) rock star, Tristan drove his stylish rock star car and listened to his manager talk about the latest events from the shotgun seat.
Behind them was sitting a silent and dour-faced personal security guard. Just in case.
"It's good that you returned when you did, Mr. Gemello. Not to say you don't deserve some rest after that entire saga, but changing the date of court hearing would've looked bad in the eyes of the judge. From what I heard from your lawyer, though, the situation is still less favorable for you than I'd like. The judge, Mrs. Dallas, is rumored to be biased toward men. Not enough to be provable, but…"
Tristan scoffed and shook his head.
