Isa’s POV
Lumis was right— the black dress fit as if it had been made for me. And it disguised my growing bulge well; one wouldn’t even guess that underneath the gown I looked to be about 20 weeks along.
I slipped into the flats, and Cassandra frowned next to me. “I’d really go with the heels instead. I didn’t anticipate that you were quite so short when I picked this up. The skirt probably lays better with a higher heel.”
I cringed back at her and she tilted her head with a sigh. “But I suppose I’m not the one walking in them. So, feel free to disregard that.”
She looked me up and down one more time, pulling a stray thread from the bustline before she spoke again, “I do believe he’s waiting for you now, by the door at the rear of the dining hall. The guards will take you to him. I hav
