Lily
The fog in my head clears up the moment I take off my shoes and feel the dewy grass underneath my feet. Maybe I was overreacting earlier when I got mad at Wesley? The only thing he did was show great concern for our baby, but that doesn’t necessarily have to mean he doesn’t like me.
...right?
I stare up at the sky but turn around when I hear the door opening. It’s Juanita. Her brown hair flows around her hair, and her freckles make her look younger than she actually is.
“I was wondering where you went,” she smiles. “Aren’t you going to come inside and enjoy dinner? Wesley told his chefs to cook for us. The girls are so excited.”
“Oh, they should be. Chef Bogan’s food is to die for. He will spoil everyone tonight.”
“I sure hope so,” she walks over to me, then looks up at the sky
