The morning after the dress day dawned clear and fragrant, with that smell of wet earth and flowers that only the ranch had. Chloe was already awake when I came downstairs, sitting on the porch of Marco's cabin with a cup of coffee in her hand and an expression of pure wonder on her face.
"Good morning," I sang, sitting beside her with difficulty—the girls were especially heavy today.
"Nothing good about it. This place is unreal." She pointed to the lake, shining under the morning sun. "Look at that, Alice. I've read about landscapes like this, but I never imagined they actually existed."
I laughed, resting my hand on my belly.
"Wait until you see the rest."
"There's more?"
"So much more. The ranch is huge. We spent all day at the dress shop yesterday; you haven't seen anything yet."
