Talia tilted her head and smiled. "Don't you agree, Damian?" Damian had always been shallow. He'd barely given Talia a second glance in the past. Yet, the way he spoke to her softened now that she'd slimmed down and started looking prettier. "Exactly," he replied, giving her an approving once-over. "Any man would be proud to be seen with you, especially with a body like yours." Then, he turned to me, and all that warmth disappeared. "Look at yourself, Elise, and look at Talia. You're a woman, are you not? What happened to having some self-awareness? What's the point of living like this if you're going to let yourself get so fat?" His voice was sharp, each word more vicious than the last. "I'm warning you. You'd better start taking this seriously. Don't blame me if you can't fit into your wedding dress and end up embarrassing me at the wedding." Then, he added in an even colder tone, "You're not coming to the buffet tonight. I'm taking Talia instead. You can go after you
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