Thirty three

*A few hours before the party...*

• EMMA •

“Wow, you look so good,” Raya exclaimed as she patted down the makeup on my face. To be honest, I was anxious about how I would look. And When Raya said she would help, I didn’t expect her to pull out five expensive gowns on Saturday morning for me to try. Finally, we both approved of the red gown that hugged my curves tightly.

Even though I was four months into my pregnancy, my stomach was still flat, and the baby bump wasn’t peaking out yet, as I was told it was different for most women.

“Alright! You’re ready! Turn around and see yourself.” She tells me.

I wasn’t expecting who I saw in the mirror. It was me, yes, but a more sophisticated yet elegant side of me I never knew I could ever see come to life.

“Wow, oh my gosh..” I started, as I was speechless. To be honest, I twirled around, looking at my body in this dress. “This is beautiful, Raya.”

I called to her as she walked into the walking closet to bring out a black clutch encrusted wit