Dear fiancé: I am beautiful again

NE- LIFE

SHA'

o control my emotions but it wasn't working. I wiped the round of tears that had gathered in my eyes. A few months ago, George would always take me on dates, buy me flowers, and whisper sweet words into my ears while I giggle like a teenager who is falling in love for the first time. He worshipped the ground I walked on and always let me know how much he could not wait to spend the rest of his life with me. He even proposed after thirteen months of dating and now, here I am, begging him to take me on one date, for the past three months. It was as if he felt ashamed of me, and would always move away when we were in public. It breaks my heart to see this, and all I can do is look in the mirror and cry. I hate myself and even though it wasn't my fault, I still hate myself. I had nobody to cry to, I was just an orphan girl, whose parents had died in a car crash, and was left with only one sibling, my younger brother, Ace. I Love him more than anything in the world. Well, There's also my best friend, Tami. I consider her family because she has always stood by me both in good times and in bad. I wiped my tears and picked up my bag. I was heading straight to work so I wouldn't be late and get any query from the manager. I work at a fast food eatery as a waitress and also combine it with serving drinks at the diner at night to make some money to fend for myself and my brother. I got there five minutes late and saw the owner of the restaurant, talking to the manager and I greeted them. I immediately went to the restroom to change into my work outfit and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my protruding belly and I sighed. I put on my clothes and only then did I notice they had become tight and I'll have to request for a new one soon. I heard the door open and the manager walked in and told me to h