Kandace

“You’re both beautiful,” Dad says as Molly and I come down the stairs.

I’m wearing a sundress with a light sweater and sandals, and Molly is wearing pink shorts, a pink and white striped top with a big flower over her tummy, and a white bow in her hair. My lips are pink, and I’m wearing mascara.

“Is it too much?” I ask as Mom walks in the room.

“It’s perfect.”

My stomach is in knots as I ...