You Are Pregnant, Aren't You?

MEL POV

I WEEK LATER

"Stop stressing out, you look beautiful," I said as I placed my hand on the stressed bride standing in front of me.

She had 10 minutes before she walked down the aisle and she was freaking out, worried that she wasn't good enough.

"What if I'm not what he wants? What if he's making the wrong decision? I mean, look at me," she exclaimed, vigorously applying more blush to her already pink cheeks.

"I look like a whore on my wedding day, my breasts are out and they look saggy, and don't even get me started on my hair, it's too much, isn't it? I should just leave it down" She rambles.

"You better shut the fuck up before I slap you" I chuckle "He loves you, please stop stressing out.

This is your wedding day, you are more than enough for him and he is lucky to have such an amazing girl like you"

"You think so? I do think my breasts look saggy" She examines her breasts in the mirror and pushes them up slightly.

"They look fine Charlotte" I giggle and she smiles turning