“What? Is there anything you want to tell me?” Cynthia’s face folded after seeing Isabella, who had been staring at her for a while now.
Quickly, the woman shook her head. “No, not at all.”
“Then what are you staring for? You looked like there was something you wanted to ask.” The pregnant lady pointed, her brows slightly raised.
Was being grumpy part of being pregnant? Isabella pounded, holding herself back from laughing at the sight of her best friend. She finds it cute whenever Cynthia demands something from Jassem, who also panics when it happens.
The little bump on her stomach was already visible, which Isabella found admirable.
“Uh, nothing, really. I was just not used to seeing you have that bump in your belly.” She answered, a reassuring smile plastered on her lips.
Cyn
