What do I say to my best friend?
“Can you lower down your voice? My head is still spinning.” I hissed at her even if I did owe her an explanation. “I’ll just get showered. I’ll give you time to calm down.”
I showered slowly, much to the dismay of Wendy when I came out, delaying the inevitable.
“That was an awesome move, Lucia. Thirty minutes inside the shower? Really?” She said while rolling her eyes at me. I am already dressed. Thanks to my best friend for coming up with a fab outfit. A cute navy-blue sleeveless cotton dress, pairing it with my white sneakers. I forgot that I own the dress, which fits my body like a glove. It made my little bump oh-so-cute.
“But I have to do things slowly. You want me to slip there?” I said in my defense.
“Okay. What’s up? Or what’s down there? Why
