In the seclusion of the fitting room, Meirah’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as the gravity of her situation fully dawned on her. A hot wave of embarrassment washed over her as she replayed the scenario in her head, berating herself for her lack of awareness and the forwardness of her request for help. Her mind was a whirlwind of anxious thoughts, wondering who had heard her vulnerable call for assistance.
Desperation clawed at her as she attempted to regain control over the situation. With trembling hands, she fumbled with the gown, attempting to zip it up herself. The gown, intricate in its design, proved to be a formidable challenge, especially given her current state. Pregnant and slightly swollen, Meirah found that the gown was a tad too tight, clinging to her in all the wro
