Two months later….
“Babe you’ve been crying the whole way”, Antonio says and hands me another dry tissue.
“Shut up!”, I snapped at Antonio and took the tissue he gave me. We were on our way taking Bianca to the airport. I was heavily pregnant and could pop at any moment now.
“It’s okay Lilly I’ll make sure to call and text every day”, Bianca who sat in the back seat reassures me.
“It’s not the same”, I sniffed. She got a job as a personal assistant to the editor of a fashion magazine in France.
As we approached the bustling security checkpoint of the airport, Bianca turned to me, her brow furrowed with concern. "Lilly, you two didn't have to come all this way? I mean, look at you, you should be resting!" Her voice was soft, tinged with guilt.
I smiled, feeling the weight of my swolle
