Sonia arrived at 12:30 to find me bawling on my closet floor, the contents of my closet haphazardly thrown about me.

“Brooke! Oh, my goodness, are you okay? I got your text and came as fast as I could. Is it the baby?”

I shook my head, blubbering. After three hours of trying on all my clothes, I determine that pregnant and elegant did not match.

“I’m fat! I am so fat I do not fit any of my fancy clothes. So I have to cancel my date because I’m fat,” I cry.

Sonia put a hand over her mouth to smother her laugh, but giggles still managed to leak through.

“Don’t laugh at me! What kind of friend are you? A horrible one who laughs at fat people,” I bellow.

“I’m sorry. I am sorry. Brooke, honey you are not fat! I mean look at you, eight months pregnant, and you only carry it in your belly. I know a lot of women who put weight everywhere when they’re pregnant.”

I swipe at my tears. “That doesn’t let me go on my date tonight,” I moan.

“What date?” Sonia’s eyebrows crease.

“Landon want to take me to some fancy French place, but I can’t go because they won’t let me in if I wear my sweatpants and that the only thing that fits.”

“Now who’s the horrible friend keeping things from her best friend. Why didn’t you tell me Landon was taking you out?”

“I was going to tell you at lunch today. He just asked me yesterday,” I say indignantly.

“And what brought up this turn of events? I thought you guys where ignoring each other?” Sonia asks.

I shrug. “It just sort of happened.”

“That’s it? That is all I get? It just sort of happened?” Sonia protests.

“Yeah. I guess. I mean, we were fighting, and he got mad, so I got mad, and things were said. Then we kind of came to a truce and decided we’d start over.”

Sonia waved her hand dramatically. “There are so many holes in that story it’s ridiculous. Let us go to lunch. You can tell me everything then.” She shoots me a megawatt smile. “And if I like your story, maybe I’ll help you find a dress to wear for your fancy date.”

We decide to eat at this cute café in town that has fantastic sandwiches. I tell Sonia everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours. Well, almost everything. I leave out some of this morning’s events.

“Aaahhh!” she squeals when I finished. “That’s so cute! And romantic!” She does a weird clapping thing before she settles down calm and composed again.

“Oh, and I know the perfect dress for you to wear. I saw it last week at Nordstrom. You would look fabulous in it. Maybe I should design a maternity line,” she says distractedly. She waves the thought away. “Anyway, we should go get it now. If we hurry, we can get hair and nails done too.”