Angela had texted you '911' on your day off and sent you the location to a bridal dress shop. You had rushed, thinking Angela had gone into labor since she was pregnant.

You had made your way there and walked in, sighing as he walked over to the front desk lady.

"Is Angela Lopez here?" You asked, looking at the front desk lady.

"Yes, in the changing suite. She's gone through half our tissue supply." The lady said with a nod.

"Thanks.." You said with a small eye roll. You walked over to the suite and pulled back the curtain, seeing Angela. "You okay? What happened?" You asked, concerned.

"This..." Angela said, motioning to the dress, sniffling as she did so.

"You're going into labor." You said, taking a step in the suite.

"No, the baby's fine.. I just.. Ugh, I never imagined I'd have to pick a wedding dress based on its ability to hide my belly.." Angela said, wiping her tears with the back of her hands.

"Who said you had to hide your belly?" You questioned, raising a brow.

"My bridesmaids.. They said that this is the one that camouflage it best.. So I kicked them all out and texted you." Angela stated, messing with the lace of the dress.

"You text me 911 on my day off to ask me if a dress makes you look fat?" You asked with an amused smile.

"Does it?" Angela questioned, eyes wide.

"Yes!" You said bluntly before continuing. "Because you're pregnant! Are you ashamed of your baby?" You asked.

"Of course not!" Angela snapped back.

"Okay, then who cares what your stupid friends think! Show off that baby belly! Wear what you feel confident in!" You said before sighing with a soft laugh.

"Alright.. What does your dream wedding dress look like?" You asked.

"A v-neck dress with belle sleeves.." Angela answered with a small, hopeful smile.

"Okay... So we'll start there. I'll go talk to the lady and have her pull you a few choices." You said with a smile before heading out of the suite to talk to the front desk lady.