Georgia's POV
"How's our bride doing?" I whispered as I peeked through the slightly open door.
Ella's head snapped toward me, her face lighting up instantly. "Georgia!" she exclaimed, already on her feet. "I'm so glad you're here!" She wrapped her arms around me in a careful, gentle hug.
"I tried my best to come early," I said with a laugh, resting a hand on my very prominent belly. "But this little one has been making negotiations extremely difficult."
Ella giggled and crouched slightly, placing her hand over my bump. Her smile softened. "Please don't give your mommy a hard time," she murmured sweetly. "And please—don't come out yet. At least not today. Let your mommy finish her speech at my reception first, okay?"
"I've been praying it's not today," I said honestly, waddling toward the sofa. "But I'm not making any promises." I exhaled the moment I sat down. "I really need to sit. My stomach feels like it weighs a ton."
