Reign shrugged. “Fortunately, it is.”
Miranda looked up from the phone to Reign, then back to the phone. "You married Dashiell Pierson?" She said it like she was testing the words. Like they didn't quite fit in her mouth yet.
"Yes."
"The Dashiell Pierson?" She repeated, still in disbelief.
"The proof is what you're looking at," Reign said evenly. "I wouldn't fake this. Even if I did, it would be exposed eventually, wouldn't it?"
Miranda sat back in her chair, completely stunned.
She was quiet for a moment that felt longer than it was. Then, like a switch had been flipped somewhere inside her, her entire face changed. The tightness around her eyes softened, and she smiled, the kind of smile Reign had spent most of her life wishing her mother would aim at her and had mostly seen aimed
