Chapter 11 Eleven

• I sit on the edge of the bed, checking the time again. The appointment to determine the baby's gender is in an hour.
• My hands shake a little as I smooth down the loose dress Dante had sent to my room yesterday. Five months pregnant now, and my small bump shows clearly under the soft fabric. I'm nervous, though I'm not sure why. This isn't my baby. Not really. But my heart races anyway.
• A knock at the door makes me jump.