*Eliza*
Yawning, I looked through another swatch of fabrics that a local dressmaker had brought for me. My stomach rumbled but when I reached for some fruit, bile rose in my throat and I put it back.
Sighing, I went back to the fabrics.
Half the time, I was starving. The other half, I was too nauseated to eat and it flipped back and forth so quickly.
But I was tired all the time!
Trying to plan a wedding while battling fatigue and nausea wasn’t the easiest.
I rubbed a swatch of lace between my thumb and forefinger. It was soft and pliable, unlike some stiffer, scratchier laces.
“How’s it coming?” Jared asked, popping his head into the bedroom.
I laid out the different fabrics I was studying. There were several lace options, satin, silk, and chiffon.
