Fatmagгјlгјn Suг§u Yok Biz Onu Bihter Sandд±k Instant

"That wasn't me!" Fatmagül cried. "I was busy fighting for legal reform and women's rights!"

"The evidence is clear!" shouted the prosecutor, pointing a finger at her. "She entered that mansion. She wore the silk nightgowns. She looked at her husband’s nephew with a gaze that could melt the Marmara Sea!" FatmagГјlГјn SuГ§u Yok Biz Onu Bihter SandД±k

As Fatmagül was led out to safety, Bihter took her place at the stand. She poured herself a glass of water, looked the Judge dead in the eye, and smirked. "That wasn't me

"Are we starting?" Bihter asked. "Because I have a piano lesson at five, and my husband’s nephew is waiting in the car." She wore the silk nightgowns

Here is a story developed around that "mistaken identity" premise, set in a surreal, satirical version of Istanbul. The Trial of the Century

(Fatmagül is innocent... we just thought she was Bihter!)