That evening, the prosecution office was abuzz with excitement as employees prepared for the annual dinner party. Jane, ever the optimist, lingered by Rain's desk, her expression had a mix of concern and anticipation.
"Are you sure you're going to attend tonight, Prosecutor Lancaster?" Jane asked, clutching her bag.
Rain glanced up from her paperwork with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure, Jane. Don't worry about me."
Jane hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Well… it's just that, with Miss Carla's interview and all the gossip, some people might…"
"Might what?" Rain raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing! It's just… If you show up tonight, everyone will see how confident you are. And if Mr. Lancaster comes with you, oh, they'll have to eat their words!" Jane exclaimed, her enthusiasm bubbling over.