Amy looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head. She still couldn't believe she had done this. "Miss, you look very wonderful, your husband is waiting for you downstairs." Amy looked at the young woman behind her who was smiling at her masterpiece and inwardly clicked. Troublesome!
Her eyes roamed back to her reflection and she sighed. Getting up, she picked up what was supposed to be her purse and made her way to the living room. As soon as she came into view, Lucy shrieked. "Baby!"
Amy wished the ground could swallow her. "Shut up Lucy," she deadpanned and finished the few steps to the living room.
Before she even knew what was happening, Lucy had engulfed in her a rib-crashing hug. "You look cute," she said pinching and pulling her cheeks. "Cute, baby, baby girl," she imitated a baby voice.
