His Secret Princess
“Nothing, nothing… It’s just that, well, if someone is wearing a dress in a size large, then they probably shouldn’t be wearing something so… form fitting. No one wants to see fat stomach rolls.”
I felt my throat close, and my eyes began to well up with tears. Sabrina’s words stung.
“Just get the dress,” Fiona ordered. “It’s not up to you. And besides… Greek goddesses all had tummy rolls. Haven’t you seen statues of Aphrodite?”
Sabrina just laughed disdainfully. A few moments later, I saw Fiona’s face poke through the curtain.
“Here,” she whispered, offering me a gentle smile as she held the dress out for me. “You’re gonna look even sexier than Aphrodite.”
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