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EPILOGUE“Being a bride-to-be and being three months pregnant, don’t mix,” I said to Kate and Jessica, who came with me to try on wedding dresses.
“On the plus side,” Kate chirped. “Your boobs look banging in every dress you try on.”
“Ha ha,” I said, collapsing into the slipper chair in the dressing room’s corner at the bridal gown boutique, sipping from my champagne flute filled with sparkling apple juice. “I’m referring to the fact that both are exhausting activities.”
I closed my eyes, glad to be surrounded by friends who could handle my fatigue and moodiness.
Jessica spoke up. “Okay, just one more to try on and then we can go. I have a good feeling about this one and you know my intuition is hardly ever wrong.”
It wasn’t just dress shopping and marriage that wore me ou
