We were just finishing with my hair when a knock came at my door. Wincing because I feared it may be Soren—since he’d visited every day for the past two weeks—I paused to sigh before reluctantly calling, “Come in.”
When Nicolette entered instead, I sent her a relieved smile. She appeared to be set for the wedding already and wore a new dress. “Oh, you look stunning.”
“Thank you.” Clutching the skirts of her dress, she bounded over. “You look well too.” Then she seemed to really look at me, because her mouth dropped open. “Actually, you look really well. Like you were never pregnant at all. I remember Soren’s first wife never quite looked the same after she had her babies.”
I glanced down at myself and shrugged. “It must be part of the unnatural healing process I went through.” Which mad
