Hannah
I stared at the wedding invitation on my dresser, my fingers tracing the ornate gold lettering. Noah and Zoe’s wedding was coming up soon. The thought still made my stomach churn, but now there was a new emotion mixed in with the hurt.
Determination.
“You know what?” I said to Viona, who was sprawled on my bed, flipping through a magazine. “I’ve decided I’m going to look amazing at this wedding.”
“You do look amazing.” She licked her thumb and flipped the page.
I turned to the mirror, prodding my belly. The baby bump was gone by now, and I didn’t at all mind the little bit of fat and loose skin that lingered there. I had carried an entire life inside of me for nearly nine months, after all. But still…
“I know,” I said. “But is it so wrong to want to show up l
