–Laura–
A family dinner? After that night, Livana arranged one. Not just with the Braxtons and the Carringtons—but also the Blackwells. My stomach was in knots. I kept trying to calm myself down.
I stood in front of my open closet, eyeing the dress options. I needed something that didn't make me look pregnant. Not that my bump was big yet… but still.
"Is she mad at me?" I asked Damien, who was halfway through buttoning his shirt.
"Huh?"
"Livana," I clarified, biting my lip.
"Baby, no," he chuckled gently, walking over and cupping my face. "Your sister's just stressed."
I pouted. It's probably the hormones again. My eyes watered and Damien wrapped his arms around me.
"You'll look gorgeous in the dress I picked out for you," he whispered, wiping a tear from my cheek. "Come on, Laura."
He led me to our showroom and revealed the dress—peach-colored with a soft gradient that deepened near the hem. It was delicate and dreamy.
