JASMINE
The service was held the next day. I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to find an appropriate dress to wear that would disguise my belly bump. In the end, Lucy came through and let me borrow one of her pregnancy dresses. I could sense that she was finally coming around and getting over the whole Luke debacle.
"Can you tell?" I kept asking Blake. He was probably super annoyed with me after being asked the same thing for the hundredth time that day. But I was in anxiety overdrive. My parents still didn't know, and we had to tell them before other people started noticing.
"Jaz, don't worry," Blake pulled me against his body. "It's a memorial service. No one's going to even be looking at you." He then pulled away, looked down, and shook his head. "That thing is like a potato
