Lethia stripped off her clothes and headed for a shower. In two weeks, her pregnancy would reach the third month.
Yet the reflection staring back at her in the mirror already made her look four, maybe even five months along.
At this rate, just like her obstetrician had warned, she could end up giving birth by her sixth month.
A sheer spark of excitement danced in her eyes and played on her lips as she smiled at her swollen belly.
The thought of finally meeting her baby thrilled her. And if her plan to bring down Varrel went smoothly, she could give birth peacefully at the Ashcroft ranch in the countryside.
Lethia decided on a cold shower for now. She had already planned a warm bath for later that night once the Gala was over.
Hopefully, it wouldn't drag on until midnight. She'd been feeling too tired and sleepy lately—she just wanted to crawl into bed and cuddle up with Zeran.
