Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride
I got out of bed quietly, took my phone from the nightstand, and sat on the chair near the window.
The phone lit up. A news notification. A photo of Elena with a crown on her head, a sash across her shoulder, her perfect wide smile.
"Elena Bianchi Wins Prestigious Beauty Pageant, Set to Enter the Film Industry."
I read it once more.
I put the phone on my lap. I stared out the window. Congratulations, Elena. You deserve it. You're beautiful, you're slim, you have everything I don't. This world really is for beautiful people, and me? I can only sit here, in my husband's luxurious house, with my chubby body that's never good enough.