Julia's face turned an unnatural shade of red.
Deep, measured footsteps approached from behind her.
Julia quickly stuffed the nightgown back into the bag.
Glades Horne had already entered the room. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, laughing as he asked, "Honey, how is it? Have you seen the gift?"
Pushing his hand away, Julia turned and stepped out of his embrace. She shot him a glare, then tossed the bag back into his hands, complaining, "Why would you give me this now? My figure..."
Before she could finish, she walked into the inner chamber and sat down on the bed, a hint of dejection in her posture.
Lowering her gaze, she looked at her slightly protruding belly. At seventeen weeks, her belly was quite noticeable when she wore less clothing. Her once slim and flat stomach now looked as if it had been inflated, and her trim waistline had also changed with the pregnancy.
Suddenly, Julia felt unattractive.
