Sofia's [POV]
I hug the gorgeous brunette next, who is pregnant with Tony's brother Edgar's baby. She's a fashion consultant and personal shopper, and I love her sense of style.
"That sky-blue Armani is stunning on you," I say.
"Thanks." Her eyes gleam. "If you want, we can go shopping."
She isn't letting her own pregnancy get in the way of quality time together. Normally, I'd say yes with the exuberance that all good shopping excursions deserve. But right now, all I feel is minor depression. My poor, poor credit cards...
"Maybe later." After I show Eugene he's wrong and get my accounts back. Or make enough money to buy them on my own.
I hug Evie before she can get up from her seat because she's also quite pregnant, although not as far along as Ivy.
She smiles at me, pushing a few golden tendrils out of her face, the corners of her blue eyes crinkling. "Hello, Sofia."
"Hey, Evie. Looking good! All glowy and happy. Nate must be treating you like a queen."
