One week passed quickly. It was a blur of activities. The wedding invitations were sent out, and responses were coming back in rapid succession. All responding with yes.
Thirty guests were confirmed. Flowers were ordered in white roses and peonies, just like she wanted. The catering was completely finalized with an Italian menu from a restaurant Damien knew. The menu and catering style they chose was simple but elegant.
And today… today was the first dress fitting. Aria woke up feeling very nervous. She was nine weeks pregnant now, and there was still no visible bump, but she felt different. She felt… thicker somehow. Her jeans felt a little tighter today.
"What if it doesn't fit?" she asked Damien over breakfast.
"Then they'll alter it," Damien responded. "That's what fittings are for
