RACHEL’S pov.

“Perfect” I said as I checked out myself one last time in the mirror.

I’ve been checking out myself one last time for the past twenty minutes, I always end up not being satisfied with my outfit, and changing either my blouse or my skirt or my pant.

I don’t seem to find the right outfit to wear, because my baby’s bump is making every single piece of cloth I try on look so odd.

Hold on a sec, why am I getting all worked up over what to wear? Aren’t I just going over there to end things up with Duncan for good?

Why am I feeling,...