On the surface, it was hard to tell they were indeed sisters, with the exception of their russet-brown complexions. The elder, Deven, was taller with a thicker frame, a feature she would attribute to her genetic body style rather than stress, poor eating habits, and lack of physical activity. It made it that much easier to hide her pregnancy from Justin, for the time being. Makeup was reserved for weddings and funerals, and Deven loved the convenience of her boyish tapered cut with inch-long curls.

Kennedy, on the other hand, was slim and petite with the perfect breast-to-waist-to-ass ratio, thanks to her cosmetic surgeon ex-fiancé. Even her face had been nipped and tucked to a slim nose, full pouty lips, and high cheekbones that made contouring completely unnecessary. And Kennedy made sure to keep standing appointments with her stylist because Deven had seen her with those lengthy tresses for so long, she often forgot it was a sew-in.

Kennedy stooped to pick up a green maxi dress with ruffles crisscrossing from the low V-neck. She held it up to Deven’s shoulders, craning her neck to see how the chiffon fell over her frame. Satisfied, Kennedy draped the dress over Deven’s arm. “Here. You can have this,” she said.

The $239 price tag had Deven’s eyes rounding, even as her body itched to try on the garment. “Girl, I can’t take this.”

“Why not? I don’t want it. Besides”—Kennedy wiggled her eyebrows with a knowing smirk—“you’re going to need something to hide that belly if you don’t plan on telling Justin about that baby anytime soon.”

The comment hadn’t meant to be malicious, but the words still stung. Deven’s excitement waned, and she frowned down at the dress. If only it were that simple.

“He’ll be in town this weekend,” she said as she took a seat on a nearby box. The cardboard bent under her weight. “I was probably going to tell him then.”

“Probably?”

“They say you should wait until after the first trimester before you share the news. Supposedly the risk of miscarriage is lower.”

Kennedy was already picking up something else, a shirt this time, and laid it across Deven’s lap. “You didn’t wait to share it with me though.”

“Come on now, you know I had to tell you.” Deven spared a little grin before she cast her eyes down once more. “It’s kind of complicated.”

“What’s complicated? You don’t think he wants a kid?”