Chapter 182. You're Walking Too Fast

Athena 

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bridal boutique's private fitting room, turning slightly to see how the dress accommodated my growing belly. 

At five months pregnant, I was showing much more than I had when we'd first done fittings, and the seamstress had done an excellent job with the alterations.

"Perfect fit," the seamstress said, adjusting the fabric one last time. "The adjustments accommodate your belly beautifully. You'll be comfortable all day."

"Thank you," I said, running my hands over the bump. Both babies were active today, little flutters of movement that made me smile.

"You look absolutely stunning," Sarah said from behind me, her voice thick with emotion. She was already tearing up, and we hadn't even gotten to the actual wedding yet.