Chapter 81. All Moms’ Bodies Are Beautiful

“I’ll never be able to wear this beautiful dress again,” Aleah complained.

In an asymmetrical black Versace dress that exposed her shoulders and tightened her stomach, Aleah stared at her reflection in the dressing table mirror with a disappointed expression on her face. Aleah repeatedly rubbed her shoulders and stomach in anguish.

The scene did not go unnoticed by Rafael, who had just finished showering. Tightening the towel around his waist, he finally made his way over to Aleah.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like the dress? Do you want to buy a new one?” asked Rafael as he hugged Aleah from behind, then landed a peck between the spaghetti straps perched on her bare shoulders.

Aleah shook her head softly. Her eyes remained glued to her reflection with a sad look.

“I like this dress. It’s very pretty and I want to wear it, but—”

“But?”

Aleah let out a heavy sigh before she continued her sentence. Even though she looked so heavy-hearted.

“I