Gina spent her time watching movies and helping herself to a pack of popcorn. When the clock struck 6, she ran into her room. Her dress, neatly laid out on the bed, had been prepared earlier.
She struggled to keep herself from going overboard. After taking her bath, humming melodiously, she wore a resplendent red bodycon dress. Her little bump protruded from the dress, and she giggled excitedly, wrapping her hands around her stomach. Lately, she found herself doing that often.
She wore a black pump shoe that matched her dress.
Satisfied with her looks in the mirror, she picked up her red embroidery clutch bag. She walked out of the room with her shoulders held high, and a pleasing smile on her face.
She peered at the wall clock. It was a few minutes past Seven; he wasn't back yet. A fo
