The racks stretched wall to wall, glitter and satin in every shade imaginable. I dragged my hand across the nearest one, pulling out a deep emerald dress that could've worked if I wasn't already so absurdly pregnant. Dalia trailed close behind, holding two options she'd pulled already. One was laughably tiny. I didn't even waste my breath to comment. She was bigger than I was.
"It's not for now. It's for after. I just think you'd look hot in it."
I snorted. "After might be never."
She hummed and twirled the hanger on her finger. "You say that now, but two weeks after Corey is born, you'll be ordering lingerie by the box."
"Shut up and help me find a dress that doesn't make me look like I'm smuggling twins... Like you."
She tossed the hanger in my direction. "Rude."
We wandered deep
