Stella
The week dragged by.
The snow fell relentlessly, keeping everyone sealed in together. With only two days until the end of the conference, things kept falling apart and everyone was restless and testy.
"At least the forecast looks promising next week," Mom said as she folded a sheet.
"It'll be good for everyone to get out and get some sunshine," Joy agreed, pulling pillows off the guest bed. "Right Stel?"
"Right." I hummed, taking a seat in the corner chair.
She and mom were busy emptying out my guest room — preparing for the new princess. I was only halfway through my pregnancy, but mom insisted — just in case.
Joy thought it would be a good idea too, saying it would lift my spirits. Perhaps if I weren't so tired, it might have.
"Your father and brothers can help disa
