Early fall…

“Mia. Sit still. You’re worse than Holly.”

“You’re pulling my hair.”

“Well, sit still.” Isis smacked her on the top of the head with a comb.

“Ouch! Hey. You’re not supposed to abuse the bride.” Mia rubbed the top of her head.

“Listen, sister. I am pregnant, it’s hot outside, and I think I just peed a little because this baby is doing a tap dance on my bladder. When you’re almost eight months pregnant, then you can complain.”

Mia looked over at Holly. “Is she always this bossy?”

Holly giggled as she snacked on a protein bar. “Told ya. Wait until Sahara and Candy get here. She’ll...