Page 70 of The Biggest Secret
I watch him walk down my path and get into his cruiser. He takes his sunglasses from the visor, puts them in place and slowly backs out of my driveway. This time, it’s me with the smirk. Nice try, Grace. I’m here to stay.
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Walking into the bridal shop, I see Britt is already here and in her dress.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, you look amazing by the way!!” I gush over her and give her a quick kiss, careful to avoid the seamstress and her pins.
“Thanks, girl. I love this dress. I could definitely wear it again. I’m glad Chess let us pick something simple.”
Another seamstress comes from the back carrying my dress. “Hi Chelsea, come with me, let’s get you fitted.”
I follow her to the back and step into the dressing room. Stripping out of my clothes quickly, I step into the dress and start to pull it up. It gets stuck around my hips and waist. I tug a little, squirming around until it makes it over my hips. I slide my arms through the straps and pull it up over my boobs.
“How are you doing in there?”
I pull the curtain aside and step out. “Can you zip me? I can’t reach.”
“Damn girl, your boobs look hot! You and Chessy both with the huge tits!”
“Britt!”
“Just saying, your men are lucky to have you,” she snickers and I just shake my head. Never a quiet moment when Britt is around.
“We’re going to have to let some of this out, I can’t get the zipper up without breaking it.”
I furrow my brows and groan. “What the hell, if anything, the stress should make me lose weight.”
“What’s wrong, girlie?”
“I knew it when I tried putting it on, I had to work it past my hips. And look at me! I’m all boob! This is ridiculous.” I turn to the seamstress. “Are you sure this is my dress?” I pat the front looking for a tag. “Maybe this is Adley’s, she’s smaller than me.”
“No, it’s yours. I double checked the name when I brought it out.”
I roll my eyes at Britt who’s watching me closely. “I never used tofight with clothing before having Dominic. He’s put my body all out of whack!”
“Are you sure it’s him that’s put your body out of whack?”
Struggling again as the seamstress pulls the straps tight with a clip, I roll my eyes at Britt’s question. “If that’s some reference to Adam working me over, you can hush it.”
She snickers. “Well, he may be part of the reason.” Her eyes are drilling into me, like she’s trying to relay some secret message.
“Britt, just spit it out. It’s not like you to beat around the bush.”
“That’s what she?—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence!”
She laughs loudly but steps closer, taking my hand. “When was your last period, CJ?”
My face screws up. “What? Why would you ask…” Her round eyes meet mine, as I trail off, mind in overdrive.
Oh. My. God.
I start shaking my head. “No, no way. I’m on the pill. There’s no way.”
Britt makes a noise with her pursed lips and shakes her head. “You two burn hot together. I’m surprised I’m not pregnant just being around you.”
I collapse onto the bench, my mind racing, calculating dates and making sense of how I’ve been feeling poorly lately. I’ve been extra tired, but figured it was from the move.
