(Brianna's POV)
Today is the beginning of my fight to regain my rights. And I have mentally prepared myself to face the council, Brandon, and my mom. I wouldn't lose to those cunning, rotten-hearted people.
"Do you need me to accompany you?" Christian spoke as he approached me standing in front of the glass. He dropped both hands on my shoulders, looking at me with concern.
"No need. This is my fight. And I'm going to do my best to make sure they can never take my father's estate and company," I told Christian.
I gently patted his hand that was still on my shoulder and he kissed the back of my hand.
"I know you're a strong woman and can do it. But, if you need help, you can tell me. I'm ready to support you," he said.
I smiled. The nervousness that I had been feeling disappeared as s
