Chapter 82

Del's POV

“That dress is not doing you any favors,” Ebony remarked.

“It makes me look wide,” I complained, smoothing my hand over my hips and abdomen.

“Or pregnant,” Tea countered, wearing a shit-eating grin.

I snorted. “Not a damned chance.”

I did study her abdomen, though.

“Not me.” She shook her head emphatically. “This baby box is locked until I’ve got my nursing degree in my hand and plenty of savings in the bank. Jesse is well aware of those requirements.

We both looked at Ebony.

“Nope.” She shook her head just as hard as Tea had, gesturing toward Teagan. “We’re in the same boat as them.”

“Considering that you’re skinnier than both of us combined, I don’t think this is the dress,” Tea drawled.

On that, all three of us agreed.

I shuffled back into the dressing room, and the stylist helped me into another one. So far, there had been four duds, and I was losing hope fast. Especially since I was running out of time