Getting Hit On

At Royale Club, Vivian had also shown up.

Cecilia frowned. “Vivian, you’re still pregnant. Why’d you come?”

Vivian clung to her arm, acting all cute. “Don’t worry, I’m not drinking. It’s rare for us girls to hang out—I couldn’t just miss it.”

“All right, but be careful,” Cecilia said, guiding her to a quiet corner where she wouldn’t get bumped around.

“Got it.” Vivian nodded obediently.

So far, her pregnancy hadn’t been too rough-just some morning sickness now and then. Other than that, she felt fine. Nevertheless, Cecilia had been treating her like she was made of glass, always hovering nearby.