Bianca
“You look absolutely stunning, Lady Ravenwood,” the stylist gushed from behind me. “This is the traditional attire for a royal mother-to-be.”
I bit my tongue, holding back what I really wanted to say. The dress for the baby shower was objectively beautiful, but it fit me all wrong. The empire waistline completely hid my small but now slightly noticeable baby bump, making me look like I’d packed on ten pounds and was trying to hide it beneath the layers of stiff fabric.
“It’s very… traditional,” I said in the most diplomatic way I knew how.
“Exactly!” The stylist beamed.
“But… the neckline is a bit tight,” I muttered, pulling at the collar. “Could we perhaps—”
“It’s meant to be worn exactly like that,” the stylist interrupted, swatting my hand away. “Now, let’
