5 months later:
“Rebecca, the zipper won’t go up!” I say stressed out as I try to fit into my gorgeous, overly priced wedding dress.
“Hold on. Nala, this is an easy fix.” She says as she grabs a container of vaseline from her peruse and rubs it onto the zipper. Then with one smooth pull, the zipper closes all the way.
“Yayy, we fit!” I say as I pat my baby that has been moving around all day in my belly.
“Thank you, Rebecca, you’re a lifesaver.”
She shrugs with a smile.
“And you are the hottest pregnant woman I’ve ever seen. Lorenzo is going to flip out when he sees you in this dress.”
I blush as she adds finishing touches.
My dress is made of silk, with a sweetheart neckline, a sheer overskirt with, small, glass rhinestones all over it, and the dress’s tail, and the shoes have DIA
