The wedding day arrived. Fanny was more than nervous. More than. She didn't know if she could do that.
"Please, stop it." She asked Madam Morreau.
"I need to arrange this dress, dear." the woman said. "You lost a bit of weight…"
"I know." She started to cry. "Oh, God. Will Benjamin think I am too skinny?"
Madam Morreau looked at the woman and stopped working. She held the girl's hand and smiled at her.
"Dear, he loves you. I've seen you during Christmas time and I know he loves you. losing a bit of weight won't make him stop loving you."
"Really?" She asked, sniffing.
"Really. And think of that as a good thing: you might soon get pregnant. You will gain weight."
Fanny stopped crying and looked at the dressmaker. A child? She wanted kids, but… not yet. She wanted to be around Benjamin. They spent so little time with one another. Now, he has finally graduated and would be able to stay around her.
