Betty’s POV

I stained him. Dear Lord, I haven't prayed to you in forever, but save me?! I cried, burying my face in his chest, unable to meet his gaze. "Sorry.." I whispered an apology not knowing if he heard me. Ivan was wearing brown today. A stain could be visible on brown.

I started praying that one the way or the other, no one would notice it. Why was this happening to me? As in he could read my thoughts. "No one would notice. It is barely noticeable and I'm carrying you remember..." ...