Beryl's POV
“Athena, you need to look beautiful today so allow me put this make up on you.” I begged the annoying three months pregnant woman who had refused to wash make up on her own wedding day.
“I don't feel like it, Beryl. What if I begin to sweat and it starts itching me. You know how irritated I've been these days because every little thing reacts to my body like some curse.” She grumbled and I laughed.
“Look at you, Athena. This is not the you I know, you aren't even half the way to this pregnancy thing and yet here you are complaining like it's been nine months already.” I screamed at her and she frowned at me.
“Don't shout at me, if not I'll not even wear the wedding gown.” She threatened and I laughed.
“That would be so beautiful of you and I bet my brother, who is your hu
