Emma’s POV
I am excited to see what my birth mom had made for me. The dresses that Sophia and Layla have on are beautiful and perfect for them… but I was pretty simple compared to them. I opened the garment bag and sucked in a breath.
It was a soft silky material. I carefully put it on and it flowed with my body. It felt light and comfortable. It flowed down to my ankles, and the top was off the shoulders, even though it had long sleeves. It left both of my shoulders and neck exposed, so my mating marks were on full display.
I felt as if I was being warmly hugged as I ran my fingers along the material of the dress. ‘Mom?’ I thought as I felt like there was someone here, even though everyone was on the other side of the curtain. “Emma? Is everything ok in there sweetie?” I heard Milliann
