From the corner of his eye, Noelle watched as Victor and Oliver slipped out of the banquet hall. Honestly, Oliver shouldn't even be here, not with the size of his stomach. Meanwhile, Noelle hadn't even begun to show yet, but he'd already abandoned form-fitting clothing in favor of comfort—a soft, voluminous designer blouse with long sleeves and a pair of slacks. The outfit was understated but elegant, fitting for his reserved presence at the edge of the festivities.