“Not that one for sure,” I say, frowning at the black and blue dress Clara has picked out for me. “I’m not even sure if it’s event-appropriate.”
Alright. That’s complete bullshit.
The dress is gorgeous. In fact, it’s so much better than anything I’ve worn since I stepped into this town.
Why?
Well, mostly because I was supposed to keep a low profile and not attract too much attention. Besides, when you’re busy growing a kid inside and raising one outside of you, there’s little time left for yourself. I’m just happy that everything worked out well enough for both Zeke and me.
“Are you serious?” Clara gives me a dead-in-the-eye look. “That dress is far from inappropriate. Just try it on and stop wasting both of our time, will you?”
I groan, rolling my eyes heavenward. “What’s wrong with
