And immediately, she started fussing over her.
She tugged at the neckline of Reign's dress, smoothing down the creases.
Reign groaned and whispered. "Mom, stop."
"I'm just making sure everything is perfect," Miranda whispered back. She pulled at a strand of Reign's hair, trying to tuck it behind her ear.
But Reign hissed. "Stop."
The sharpness in Reign's voice made Miranda pause. Her eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line. She opened her mouth, probably to say something, but then her expression softened, and she smiled.
"I'm just trying to help, sweetheart. You want to make a good impression, don't you?"
Reign's stomach turned.
This was worse than the cold, uncaring mother she was used to. This fake sweetness and sudden affection were all because Reign had married a bill
