Chapter 100: Ready Or Not
Reese
That Weekend
Fake pregnancy belly.
That was Lizzie’s newest obsession, and she was fully committed.
I picked up one of the several silicone prosthetics lying on the bed next to her dress and our matching masks for the night.
This particular one wasn’t too prominent. A subtle, early-second-trimester curve. She had bought multiple versions in different stages, each more convincing than the last.
The woman was nothing if not thorough.
We were already running late for the masquerade ball, but Lizzie was still in the bathroom doing her makeup. She had insisted on testing one of the bellies tonight. She wanted to see how many people, including my father, would be fooled.
I didn’t have much say in the matter. She had already purchased them, and once Li
