*Cora’s POV*
“Go try this one on next,” Anna holds out another covered hanger for me to take. The previous three dresses, including the one I am wearing, are alright, but they aren’t... me. As I stand in front of the floor to ceiling mirror in the dressing room I stare at my reflection, taking in the fitted dress that molded my baby bump perfectly with its ivory lace material. The ribbon under my best compliments my both my bust, that has increased in size, and my very pregnant belly. I look pretty, if I had to admit it myself, but it doesn’t feel right. I unclip the veil behind my head with a sigh, will I find the right dress? How will I know?
Just go in your jeans if you want, my wolf says in irritation. She is also losing patience with me.
“Let me help you dear,” the shop assistan
