A/N: This is a very short prologue to give you just a little idea of what the story is about. Enjoy the preview, more to come soon!

PROLOGUE: Silk and porcelain . . .

BPOV

There's nothing like trial prep if you want to lose a few pounds. I had been at the office late every night for the past week, making sure all my exhibits, witnesses and arguments were in order. There was barely time for all the work, let alone sleeping and eating. But I knew I was going to win this trial. Edward Cullen (whoever he is!) is going down. I was a bit thrown off by the other side's motion yesterday—substituting this Edward Cullen as trial counsel. I'd never even heard of him so maybe he was a new attorney. All the better for me and my client if he wasn't experienced at trial. Besides, I couldn't help but think that it was a blessing in disguise that I didn't have to deal with Mike Newton—again. He was so incompetent, and, even after asking me out countless times, he couldn't take no for an answer. I glanced at my watch – 2 a.m.— I really had to get to bed with calendar call at 8 a.m. I tucked my exhibits into my briefcase, powered off my laptop and skipped out of my office. Sleep, blissful, sleep!

EPOV

"Large coffee, please. Black." I smiled at the cashier as she handed me my coffee and change. She was staring at me like she wanted to eat me, but by now I was used to that sort of reaction. I took a moment to lift the lid off the cup, smelling my coffee, and, for a brief moment, I forgot about what a stressful day it was going to be. Quickly it all came crashing back, though, and I hurried out the door. Court! Trial! Am I ready? I'm not ready! I silently cursed Mike Newton, the associate at my firm whose appendix burst, effectively leaving me less than a week to prepare for trial. Then I remembered what Mike Newton had told me on the phone. "Watch out for Bella Swan, she's a killer in court." I pictured a dowdy, ugly suit wearing, female attorney and bit back a laugh. Bella Swan may be a good attorney but I've never met a jury that didn't love me. I smiled as I remembered the many juries that I had charmed, and hurried up the courthouse stairs, my confidence renewed.