To love or Not

ARYA’S POV "Turn around! Let me see the whole thing!" I rotated slowly in front of my phone, which was propped up on the dresser, showing Cherry's eager face on the video call. "Oh my God, Arya, you look gorgeous!" Cherry squealed from her apartment in Milan. "That dress is perfect. The empire waist hides the bump without looking like you're trying to hide it, and that color makes your skin glow." I looked down at the soft blue dress Marco had bought me last week. At eight months pregnant, finding anything that fit properly was a challenge, but this one actually made me feel pretty instead of just large. "You really think so? I feel like a whale." "You're a beautiful, glowing whale then." Cherry grinned. "Where's Marco taking you tonight?" I shrugged. "Dinner and a movie, I think. He's been cryptic about it." I sat on the edge of my bed, one hand automatically going to my stomach. "How's Milan? Still loving it?" Cherry's expression softened. "It's amazing. The club is ten times better