"I would feel insulted to even be asked to partake in such primitive and barbaric practices," Delaney said haughtily. "Honestly, don't those people understand that they have the best chance of making money, if they cater to the people who have money? What is the point of pandering to the penniless Weasleys? They probably can't afford half the care here."
She wasn't left alone in the room to stew for long, but it was long enough for her to decide that she wasn't going to tell any of the men anything. It wasn't as if - with the exception of Caine - they had made any effort to contact her. God, and Merlin forbid that the baby be Trevor's, that arrogant asshole. Sleeping with him was something Delaney regretted almost as much as getting pregnant in the first place.
It was a dizzying array of potions, but she paid attention the best she could. She was thankful that Anabel seemed to be writing down everything she was saying, though, because it was a hell of a lot to take in and she wasn't sure she'd remember half of it after walking out the door. She barely glanced at the brightly colored pamphlets, shoving them in her purse with the potions and instructions, the thought of reading them making her anxiety levels rise even further.
"A month from now? Or at a month... pregnant?" Delaney clarified, her voice small and miserable.