Am I not allowed?

VICTORIA’S POV

I

rolled onto my round bed as the ray of light fell on my eyes. With birds

chipping, I flattered the lashes and opened my eyes.

It’s a

bright sunny day in Paris. With the amazing smell of flowers tickling my nose,

I stretched my hands before sitting on the bed.

It has

been three months since I left home, and I am currently residing in Paris. I

have resumed my studies, albeit through distance learning, as per my family’s

strict orders. Despite that, I am enjoying my time here.

After

getting ready, I dressed up in a knee-length, bright floral dress and paired it

with soft sponge sandals. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I focused on my

baby bump in particular.

I am

now visibly pregnant, having reached the five-month mark, and I can feel the

transformations taking place in my body. Although it can be a bit overwhelming,

I am thoroughly enjoying every aspect of motherhood.

It’s a

different feeling; mama said she would come here next month and accompany me

with the baby g