Lily
I let my hand drift over the racks of over the top lace and pearls. Each one more hideous then the one before.
None of them were me.
I wasn’t that girl anymore. The girl that believed in fairy tales and happy endings. That girl had evaporated when I left New York like a thief in the middle of the night. Tears streaming down my face.
There hasn’t been a night since then that I hadn’t cried. Stefano haunted my dreams. And with every movement in my stomach his face filled my brain. But I knew I had done the right thing. He might have made a good daddy to our child but he was also married.
When the time was right I would tell him. I would be brave enough to pick up the phone to him.
“Why are we even here mum.” Finally I turned to the woman who was pulling garish dresses from the
