Two Days Later
Becca wore a soft, elegant linen dress—slightly oversized to help conceal the subtle roundness of her stomach. She had taken extra care with her appearance today. Dean's uncle, Norman, was finally coming over, and she was genuinely excited to meet him.
"All done, Luna. I must say, you look like a goddess," Harriet said with genuine admiration in her eyes. Over time, she had grown quite fond of her Luna.
The evening sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow through the windows. Dinner time was approaching, and Dean had gone with his envoys to pick up his uncle—they would be arriving any moment now.
"Thank you, Harriet. But is everything ready?" Becca asked, unable to hide the bubbling excitement inside her. For some reason, the thought of meeting his family filled her
