As Ann stood gracefully in the center of the room, the attention shifted to M.C., a renowned fashion designer with an eye for detail that could rival a microscope.
He rose from his seat, his gaze fixed on Ann, and began to circle her slowly, scrutinizing her exquisite gown and how it fit her figure.
The atmosphere in the room became tense, and Jeff, standing nearby, felt his heart rate spike.
Jeff's palms began to sweat, his nerves on edge as he watched M.C.'s every move. His anxiety wasn't about the gown; he knew Ann looked stunning.
The slight, almost imperceptible bulge had appeared recently, a tiny sign of the miracle growing inside her.
Ann wasn't yet aware of it, and Jeff wanted to keep it that way until the right moment. He was terrified that M.C. would notice and comment on it, possibly revealing their secret before they were ready.
