“Ensley,” she said mid-conversation, loud enough for everyone to hear, “that dress is… interesting.”
I looked down.
“Thank you.”
“Navy is tricky, though.” She tilted her head. “Dark colors can make a woman look so heavy—especially when she’s carrying.”
The table went quiet.
“I’m comfortable in it,” I said.
“Of course you are,” she smiled. “Comfort is important. I just think if your mother were here, she might have mentioned that.”
The silence stretched.
Aunt Margaret’s fork paused midair. Diane stared at her plate. Ryan cleared his throat.
“Mom, come on.”
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