*Olivia*
“Okay, which of these tops says ‘super supportive best friend who can’t wait to be an auntie’ more?” Dahlia asked while holding up a cream sweater in one hand and a yellow blouse in the other. I was laying on her bed as she prepared for our spa date with Elena. I had been ready well over half an hour ago, but Dahlia was struggling with indecision.
Her excitement to meet Elena was over the top, but I secretly loved it. Although choosing to use a surrogate was mine and Giovani’s choice alone, having Dahlia’s approval made me feel much better about the whole process.
“Um, I kind of don’t think she’s going to care what you wear,” I giggled.
Dahlia looked from the sweater to the blouse and back again, then settled on the sweater. “I guess we’ll mostly be in robes anyway,” she said.
