After my bath, when I got out there were a team of stylist waiting for me to do my hair and make up. I sat doen in the chair as the woman began to work through the tangled mess of curls I had. It seemed like it took her forever along with two bottles of conditioner to finally get through it. My grandma laughed as I made faces when she would pull y hair by accident. As the stylist was almost finished, Lillie and Drake came in carrying something. “Krista, This belongs to you” They said as they revealed an absolutel beautiful jeweled crown and placed it on my head. The stylist immediately began to weave my hair in and out of the crown. Probable so I couldn’t pull it off real quick. “If you two think that I am anywhere close to sitting on that throne, then you do not know me very well” I told
