Finally, the date was marked on the last page.

I looked at the mirror, stunningly beautiful - a pregnant woman.

I smiled with satisfaction.

I took a taxi to the hotel entrance, tucking the ultrasound report into a red envelope.

The ultrasound was just a formality, the gift I brought was more meaningful - "an ex-boyfriend."

Without my gift, this wedding wouldn't have happened.

A sensible bride should come out now and kowtow to me a few times.

But I don't blame them.

After all, with their intelligence, they wouldn't have my level of sophistication.

I stood with my belly protruding, deliberately raising my waist to a new height, my eyes misty, like a lost little deer.

"Baby, baby, there are so many people here, mommy is so scared, where should mommy go?"

My muttering was not quiet, and the attentive waiter came forward to guide me to my seat.

"Baby, mommy is sitting down, you can relax now."

I spoke to the baby, and the people at the table exchanged a glance, communicating silently.