Brandy’s POV
We’ve been with Kane’s family . . . now my family, as they keep reminding me, for three days. Today is the day of my baby shower which has been organised by his mother, aunts and siblings. Yesterday, Kane’s mother and Aunts bustled me out of the house to find a dress to wear for the party, insisting that it was important to the occasion. Now, as I stand in front of the mirror in Kane’s old bedroom, a smile tugs at my lips and refuses to fade. The room is an artistic blend of mature décor and the lingering remnants of his childhood scattered across the shelves. I pivot from left to right, watching the soft yellow fabric of my new sundress swish playfully against my legs.
‘It doesn’t matter how long you stand there, you are still going to be gorgeous,’ the gruff voice of my hu
