Fears... Tension

Raquel stood, her gold heels clicking on the tiled part of the floor. She walked to the stool and picked the flat China plate, staring at the samosa, muffin and fried chicken as though they would immediately ruin her career the moment she took a bite.

'Jade, the calories and cholesterol contained in these three monstrously deceptive foods are walking breathing weight increment agents. Do you know how many cups of coffee and work outs you will do to lose the weight you'll put on after this?'

Jade yawned, she had aware of that before eating them, but she had missed fried chicken and muffins and samosa. She said nothing in defence, she was guilty as charged. 

'Are you sure the Queen Victoria lead pageantry costume will still fit in? Or, God forbid the lingerie exhibition sponsored by Victoria Secret and a collaboration of three other top companies? If they detect an extra ounce of flesh, the contract is over. What were you thinking?'

'I wasn't thinking okay