50. I LIKE A WOMAN LIKE YOU

Five months had gone, and her bump was visible now. They've gotten so used to having each other around, Emery was glad Benhail wasn't holding back anymore. She stood in front of the mirror and grumbled.

"I don't like any of these dresses," she spun around, her face scrunching up in disgust. "It reveals too much,"

"It's perfect on you," he adjusted his tie and towered over her, she rested on his back, both of them staring into the mirror. Benhail was so charming she just couldn't resist him.

"I wonder what would become of me tonight," she said.

"What do you mean?" He kissed the back of her head.

"You are too gorgeous, Benhail. Too handsome, I'm sure girls who look like they just came out of a fashion magazine will be all over you tonight, and here is me, a fat woman with a huge tummy. What do I do?" She sighed, shaking her head sadly.

"Emery," he turned her around and cupped her cheeks with his hands. "A fat woman with a huge tummy?" He scoffed.

"That's the truth," she told him.

"That'