I still pondered over on what Heather said on what she meant by making Reagan see me and about each of us putting our pride down. Honestly, I think I was done with Reagan. I was done trying to prove myself to him and his family. I might need his help but he would need to arrange to see me according to the conditions I establish. Not because Heather told me to swallow my pride, not because I was carrying his child, and certainly not because he suddenly decided I was worth his attention.
With that said, I grabbed my tiara and placed it on my head, a sign of authority. I wasn't one to use my tiara or any relation to my father being the king but since it had already come to a moment like this, I think it was time to remind them who they were messing it.
