The baby shower took place on a sunny Saturday afternoon in mid-August.
Grace had insisted on hosting it at her Brooklyn home, transforming her living room and backyard into a spring garden wonderland despite the lingering weather, with pnk and cream flowers everywhere, delicate decorations, tables laden with food and an elaborate cake shaped like a baby carriage.
Aria stood in front of her bedroom mirror that morning, twenty-six weeks pregnant, trying to figure out how to make her maternity dress look presentable.
The bump was massive now. There was no other word for it. She'd gained twenty-three pounds total, and most of it concentrated in her belly, which seemed to have doubled in size over the past two weeks.
"You look beautiful," Damien said from the doorway.
"I look like I swall
