Chapter Eleven
“I thought we were getting you maternity clothes.” Rhetta stepped out of the car and followed her sister as she waddled into the posh clothing boutique.
Viviane had always been stylish. It didn’t surprise Rhetta in the least that her sister would reject the idea of wearing oversized T-shirts and extra-large dresses during her pregnancy. Viviane thought muumuus were for cows. Rhetta didn’t even think her sister owned a pair of sweatpants. Viviane was the type of woman who would have her underwear tailored if she could.
But the store they pulled into was not a maternity shop. It was a high-end boutique for women. It was also on the same block as Rory’s butcher shop. It was lunchtime, and Rhetta could see the line of women in heels, dressed in power suits and designer jeans,
