ELENA I grabbed the hair clip on the vanity table, pulled my hair up, and clipped it into a messy bun. I stepped back a bit, looking thoroughly at myself in the mirror. I was aiming for ‘sexy’, but I think I ended up looking more…slutty? Yeah, elegantly slutty. I love it though. My fingers traced the diamond circles on my necklace — a gift from Vince. I picked the dress myself. A backless red dress, with a very low V-line in front, showing just an ample amount of my cleavage. My hand dropped to my stomach and I caught a quick breath. For all the good reasons, my baby bump wasn't obvious yet. But it would be soon, and I'd have to ditch tight dresses like this. Deep down, I was a bit terrified of my baby bump becoming visible, because then I'd have to explain to Father how I got pregnant. I'm not sure if he's ready for the news yet. He's recuperating, he holds a few conversations, but he's always drifting off to sleep. That part still left me feeling nervous. The doctor keeps rea
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