The Queens agreed to spend the next couple days writing together at Anne's studio before heading back home to finish their respective songs. (To which they agreed to write one a piece, with a few group numbers as a collaborative effort.)

That night, Catherine texted Thomas from her hotel room to let him know the change of plans.

"So, bad news: my work trip is going to go a couple days longer than expected. But good news: the project we're working on is turning out to be really exciting! I can't wait to tell you about it when I get home :)"

Moments later, her phone lit up with a single word.

"Okay."

"Are you okay watching Mary by yourself for those few extra days?" She sent in response.

"Yes."

Frustrated at his brevity, Catherine continued with a heavy sigh, but tried to stay appreciative.

"Thank you! Love you both, call if you need anything."

"Alright."

She put her phone down with a roll of her eyes, and settled into bed with an uncomfortable weight on her chest.

Over the next couple of days, Six's debut album began to take shape. The group numbers came about with relative ease, perhaps the most entertaining being the German rave-inspired interlude that was entirely Anna's idea. ("We can't let the audience take us too seriously!")

Two days before the others were due to fly back home, Catalina and Anne ended up burning the midnight oil at the studio to finish the rough drafts of their songs.

Around three a.m., Catalina knocked on the door of Anne's office.

"Hey, I was going to head back. Are you doing okay?"

Anne lowered a coffee mug from her lips and turned from her desk to look at Catalina.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."

"How's it going?"

"Not bad, I've got the instrumentals pretty much finished. But I'm stuck on the lyrics."

"What've you got?"

"Well, this is a little embarrassing. But it's meant to be like, a dig at you for thinking Henry would pick you over me."

"Hey, we're all getting a little catty in our numbers. That's what the twist at the end is for, to show that we grew out of it. Besides, everyone loves drama, right? Even if it's scripted."

"Alright, if you're sure…"

"Sure."

"Okay." She cleared her throat before reciting what she'd written.

"'Don't be bitter, 'cause I'm fitter. Why hasn't it hit her?' …And I don't know what to put after that."

Catalina's body shook with silent laughs.

"Too much?" Anne asked sheepishly.

"No, I think it's brilliant. What about, like, 'He doesn't want to bang you, somebody hang you'?"

"Catalina!" Anne responded with a gasp that quickly turned into a grin.

"What? It fits!"

"Maybe a little too well. Are you sure you're fit to be a nun?"

"What? We can still have a sense of humor."

"If you say so!"

The rest of the song flowed naturally with Catalina and Anne both working on it, much to their surprise. Anne's personal favorite line was the backing vocal's "Wow, Anne, way to make the country hate you", while Catalina was especially proud of the abbreviation she offered for the "C of E."

About an hour later, Don't Lose Ur Head was basically finished.

"Thank you for all your help, Catalina."

"No problem, I had fun!"

"Me too."

As Anne saved the demo to her computer, Catalina gazed at her with a strange look in her eye.

"What?" Anne asked with a self-conscious laugh.

"You know, I really hated you all those years ago. But now, I'm having trouble remembering why."

"I guess I did ruin your life, in a way. Never did apologize for that."

"No. If it wasn't you, he would have left me for someone else. And it's not like you had the easiest time as Queen."

"Yeah. Sometimes, it felt like people hated me just because I wasn't you. They must have really respected you."

"Only because I tried so hard to be what they wanted me to be, instead of being who I actually am. But I don't have to do that anymore. And neither do you."

A small smile played on Anne's lips as she offered her hand.

"Truce?"

Catalina took it without hesitation, returning her smile.

"Truce."