Chapter 17: girls chat

Well, so far, it has been exceptionally stressful but fun. Again, for a pregnant woman, Brie sure had stamina. They took us from one shop to the other, making me try on clothes I never thought would be possible to be in my wardrobe. They didn't even have to force Scarlette, she was more than willing to try on everything that crossed her path. I changed clothes so much that my hands felt like they were going to fall off. And just when I thought we were done, they moved on to shoes.

I tried to silently tell them that I wouldn't be able to wear everything, I only needed a few clothes. But did they listen? No, they did not. My opinion didn't matter, especially when I couldn't talk. So, I sat down and tried every shoe they brought to me, modelled every they wanted me to until my feet ached. Then, once that torture was over, they moved me over to gloves and hats.

"A woman can never have too many hats," Brie said. I tried on scarves, bags that I doubt I would use, socks—I'm talking about th