It was nowhere close to what I wore now.
At first, I assumed the boutique had made a mistake.
Still, I decided to try it on.
I stepped into the dress.
Pulled carefully.
And stopped.
It wouldn’t even go over my hips.
I stood in front of the mirror with one arm tangled awkwardly in the fabric while my baby started fussing from her bassinet.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “I know.”
I peeled the dress off, folded it back into the box, and immediately called Clara.
She picked up quickly.
“Did
