Epilogue
A mild breeze blew in the window, ruffling the curls Cassie spent hours trying to perfect. She blew a wisp from her lashes and glanced outside. At least the weather was pleasant for December. It could have been worse. Had she lived in Massachusetts, she’d be freezing in the blistering winds and two feet of snow.
Refocusing on the large, oval mirror on the wall, she rotated her hips from side to side, taking in the white satin and lace covering most of her body. Hard to believe the gown was a size smaller when she first tried it on.
She placed her hand against the tiny bump below her navel. It seemed to pop out overnight. Luckily, Theo’s grandmother was a damn good seamstress. She was able to release some of the stitching around the waist, accommodating the tiny protrusion.
