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“I guess …you.” She looks confused, so I continue. “In helping JD get your attention, I suppose we also made Blake a little jealous. And watching him go out on a limb to bring you and JD together sort of made me rethink my vow to hate him forever.”
“That and the way he wears a suit, right?”
I groan when a vision of Blake unbuttoning his cuffs and loosening his tie flashes in my mind. “Gah,yes. A whole lot of that.”
She chuckles. “Have you guys had the DTR discussion yet?” she asks as she pulls into the parking lot.
“Sounds like you’re finally speaking Gen Z. Ethan’s been rubbing off on you.”
Tenley glares at me when she catches on to the way I’m dodging her questions, and I’m pretty sure her spidey-senses are tingling by now. I need to steer the conversation away from Blake and me if I don’t want her figuring things out. The woman is basically a walking pregnancy test with all of her experience as a midwife, and I’m terrible at keeping secrets about myself as it is. I scramble out of the car, cringing internally when she catches up to me at the boutique door and mumbles something about continuing our conversation later.
“Hey, there. Tenley, right?” asks the saleswoman from the last time we were here.
Tenley smiles and nods. “Hey, Nicole. You remember my friend Loren? She needs a Mardi Gras ball dress for this weekend.”
“Oh, sounds like fun.” Nicole eyes me up and down, presumably to check out my body type for the best dress style. “How did the wedding go?” she inquires as she leads us over to a rack of brightly colored gowns.
“It was perfect,” Tenley answers with a grin. “We’re expecting our first baby in October.”
Nicole smirks. “I guess you were right about that dress, then,” she says to me with a snicker, referring to the way I teased Tenley about her super modest wedding dress being too sexy. “So, tell me, what style are you looking for? And what’s your date like?”
I show her a few dresses that catch my eye, and she pulls a couple of her recommendations for me to try on, including one with a cropped, high-neck top and fitted skirt.
“I do love that one, and the separate top and skirt might help with the length, but I don’t have the goods to pull it off,” I say as I run my hands over the beading at the top. Although it technically covers most of the chest, it relies on a good bit of that illusion-material and strategically placed beading to remain somewhat modest.
She eyes me. “I don’t know, girl, I think you might. And if not, we’ll stick some on.”
I glance over at Tenley, who chuckles. “Don’t look at me,” she begins. “I don’t have any experience with stick-on or push-up bras. I’d never even fit my left nipple in a dress like that. But it is gorgeous, and it can’t hurt to try it on, right?”
I shrug and resolve to take her advice. I enter the dressing room, starting with the two-piece dress. Nicole comes in to zip me up, and I’m pleasantly surprised when it fits like a glove. Even the length is good, whichneverhappens. I glare at myself in the mirror. Besides my butt, I’ve never had much in the way of curves—until now.
Whose boobs are these, anyway?
Oh, yeah—the baby’s. Perhaps there are a few benefits to getting knocked up, right?
I continue turning and smooth my hand over my stomach. The tiny pooch forming beneath my belly button is probably only noticeable to me. But even if it’s technically just bloating, there’s definitely something there.
“And you thought you weren’t going to have the boobs for it. Honey, your knockers look great,” Nicole says, ushering me out of the dressing room.
Tenley’s eyes widen when she sees me. “Wow, Lo, you look amazing. Green is totally your color.” She shakes her head and blinks a few times when I turn in a circle, and the salesgirl gushes over me. “Who’s finding a dress on the first try, now, hmm?”
I blush a little, because she’s right. I do feel pretty hot. I just wonder if Blake would agree.
No—wait. His opinion shouldn’t matter, right? I don’t care whether he thinks I look sexy. I only want to feel sexy when I let him take me on a romantic night out.
I sigh.
“Here, just let me fix this. One of your girls looks a little higher than the other,” Tenley interrupts my thoughts when she comes over to adjust my top.
“Ow,” I whimper when she tugs too hard and inadvertently pushes on my boob.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I was being rough.”
“You’re not, my boobs have just been super sore since …” I dart my eyes to the side when I realize what I’ve let slip.
Tenley clears her throat. “PMS?”
“Oh, uh, yeah, probably,” I lie.
