#Chapter 455: Mean Moms

Nina I woke up the following morning with a sense of dread in my stomach. Despite Enzo’s words of encouragement, the memory of the previous yoga class were still fresh in my mind. The hurtful words, the mocking glances—they had left a deeper mark than I cared to admit. I guess I had thought that, at this point in my life, the mean girl behavior would have been a thing of the past. Oh, how wrong I was. “I won’t let people talk to you like that,” Enzo had said when I had told him. He had immediately jumped up and reached for his coat, intending to march back down there and give that girl a piece of his mind, but I had stopped him. “No, Enzo, that won’t help,” I had said, grabbing his arm to keep him from going. “It’ll just make things worse.” Enzo had looked at me then, and the fire in his eyes had lingered. “Fine. But don’t let girls like that stop you from taking care of your health, Nina. This is for your baby. For our baby.” I had promised that I would go again i