Jason bit his lip.
"You look gorgeous, babe."
Frankie didn't agree. "You sure? I think it makes me look fat."
"You look gorgeous babe," he repeated, winking at her through the mirror.
"You're just saying that."
"No," He grinned. "I mean it."
Frankie examined herself the mirror with a frown. She was...God she was so fat. Two boys with their Father's big head had done wonders on her body.
She just didn't feel pretty anymore.
She turned away from her reflection.
"I don't think the dress suits me, let's just go."
Auto adopted her frown. "Babe, what's wrong?"
Shrugging, she wrapped her arms around herself. "Nothing Jason. Let's just go home."
Auto finally understood. "Sure," He grabbed her hand. "As soon as we buy this dress."
She snatched away from him. "I don't want the dress!"
