“It’s just-“ Priscilla started but stopped herself, she wanted to confide in you, to share her worries but she was afraid you wouldn’t understand. Her standing infront of the full length mirror, her hands cupping the five month baby bump as she smoothed her dress down.

“..Do you think I look good?”

The girl questioned suddenly, her seeking reassurance. Your approval was the one thing that truly bothered her, she just wanted to look how she used too. Before the extra weight and mood swings.