Cameras clicked and microphones were shoved at them as reporters yelled questions and jostled to get closer, impeding their progress.Fergus had warned Sharon this would happen and had instructed her on how it should be handled, but even though she thought she was prepared, it was a frightening experience. She’d never been the center of so much howling attention before, and it all merged into an undecipherable roar. Fergus tucked her arm through his and pushed their way through the wall of bodies with a terse “No comment” to shouted questions.Sharon, following his orders, kept her head down and her mouth shut. He had selected the celery-colored business suit she was wearing, a well-tailored outfit that was stylish but not eye-catching or sexy.“You’ll make a better general impression if you’re neither too beautiful nor too confident,” he’d explained. “A jury is mostly made up of middle-class working people who will find it difficult to empathize with you if you look like a beauty queen or a chairman of the board.
