She grins cheekily at me. “Knew I could count on you. Okay, enough about me. We’ve got to get Cinderella ready for the ball.”
“We’re not done talking about this,” I warn with a point of my chin toward her wrist.
“Yes, yes, to be continued. Now, up you go. Time to get dressed.”
Between Mila and Kat, they help me into the dress. After I’m zipped up, they steer me in the direction of the mirror and step aside with “tadas” and jazz hands aplenty.
The dress really is gorgeous. It has an empire waist that flows over my bump. The sheer sleeves sit off-shoulder and make me feel like a grown-up fairy princess. I look quite nice, actually.
“Are you a knockout or what?” Katya chides, nudging me on the shoulder. “This dress is gorgeous.”
With his trademark flawless timing, the door opens and And
