Olivia
The whispers and rustling of paper could be heard in the living room, but I was too busy trying to understand how Angela could keep a secret like this. She had a knack for being unpredictable.
“Come on, Olivia! You have to pop it!” Angela urged, placing a sizable balloon in my hand, a smirk playing on her lips as she guided me over to the center of the room where everyone was gathered and waiting for me.
I raised an eyebrow, hesitating. “This isn’t going to explode with glitter or something, is it?”
Her laughter echoed. “No, silly! Inside there's confetti that will reveal the gender of your baby. Everyone’s dying to know!”
I furrowed my brow slightly, wondering how Angela would pull this one off. Blue and pink confetti, perhaps? Not only that, but I hated standin
