Lyla

“You sure I look okay?”

Melanie smiled at me, fixing a fly-away piece of hair coming out of the updo she’d styled my hair in. “You look amazing. Trust me.”

Looking back into the mirror, I took in my entire reflection. I’d been so surprised to find such a nice dress—a maternity one, at that—when we’d headed to the dress shop right after Rashid had gone to find Zayed.

It was ...