ASHLEY'S P O.V

Genevieve's stare as I dressed made me feel self-conscious.

Too self-conscious.

I knew that my body was doing its best to try and accommodate the baby inside me, but she didn't have to look at me like I was a swollen science experiment she couldn’t decide whether to poke or disregard.

“Try on this coat instead. It will be a better job at concealing the pregnancy” Genevieve frowned and handed me a deep red coat.

“Are you being serious?” My tone was ...