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Dalia’s POV

“What’s wrong?” I asked my Dad and Stephanie.

Stephanie shook her head out of her frozen state. “You simply look stunning...”

Dad still stared. Then his gaze narrowed down on my baby bump. “I hope the baby is fine.”

Is that all they have to say? “Is that all?” I asked incredulously. If that is all they have to say, I am going to change this outfit.

Stephanie sighs, picking up a broom to sweep the mess Dad made with his carrots. “You look different. Not the Dalia I know.”

I wondered if it was the bad kind of different or the good type of different. “Dad?” I am a bit disappointed at their reactions. I expected my Dad to tell me I look dashing or something! But all I see on his face is a shadow and Stephanie's shock and confusion? No matter how they try to cover it. “Go Dalia. What was I expecting you to wear for a fashion show?” he cleared his throat and I frowned deeper.

Any more than this will cause my makeup to crack. I know these people won’t want that. “I have a feeling