XXIII
Livia's P.O.V.
"I swear I'm getting fatter." Jenny wines as she tries on her dress.
"You're still beautiful besides, you're not even showing yet." I assure her as I zip up her back. It's time for the masquerade ball and suddenly Edgar Allen Poe comes to mind.
It's been over a week since we found out about Jenny's situation. And about a week since she's held off on telling her parents. I can't blame her though, her freedoms will most likely go away the second they find out.
"Why are we going to this stupid thing anyways?" Jenny whined and I shook my head.
"Jen, you need a hormone check. We go every year, this is supposed to be fun." Bee answers.
"How can I have fun when I feel nauseous?" She had a point.
"Touché but still, annnddd there. Madam you are all set to be swept away
