“Okay,” I told Sydney, since she hadn’t said one word, only stood there staring at me. “You can be honest. Do I look like a complete heifer?”
She blinked, then shook her head vigorously. “No. Oh, God, Angela, you’re perfect. Look.”
Then she turned me around so I could take a look at myself in the full-length mirror. She’d spent all day doing my hair and my makeup and my nails, helping me get dressed, but she hadn’t let me see what she was doing, saying she wanted me to see it all when she was done so I could get the full effect.
Well, I was definitely getting the full effect now.
The gown had a high A-line waist to accommodate my baby bump, but even though I was almost six months pregnant, the crisp raw silk seemed to fall away from my stomach rather than accentuate it. The wide straps
