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she paused, eyeing me with that hawk-like scrutiny again, “Naturally proportioned, by industry standards. Gorgeous, yes. But too soft in some places.” I swallowed. “I’ve been eating better-” “You will follow a new diet now,” she cut in. She slid a printed meal plan across the table. It was color-coded, precise, and terrifying. Breakfast: 1 egg white, steamed spinach, 1 cup black coffee. Lunch: Grilled chicken (80g), kale salad, lemon water. Dinner: Steamed fish, broccoli, no carbs after 5PM. Snacks: Almonds (10 only), green juice, cucumber slices.

--- Riley’s Strict Weekly Diet Plan Breakfast: ✔ Warm lemon water ✔ Egg whites & avocado toast ✔ Fresh fruit Mid-Morning Snack: ✔ Almonds & Greek yogurt Lunch: ✔ Grilled chicken with quinoa & steamed vegetables ✔ Green smoothie Afternoon Snack: ✔ Protein shake or boiled eggs Dinner: ✔ Salmon or lean steak with sweet potatoes ✔ Herbal tea Rules: No sugar No processed foods No alcohol. No junk food I groaned, rubbing my temples. This wasn’t a diet plan; this was pure suffering. I love eating whatever I want, but this? This was strict. "Whatever," I muttered, closing my tablet. If I wanted to be a model, I have to commit. Then I remember the folder. I read through it and the information is the

The woman was asking questions, and Talia responded, but Talia doubted that the woman listened to a word Talia said because her eyes didn’t leave Luciano. After some time, Dr Jones pushed into Talia’s hand brochures about balanced meals that included examples of portions for grains, proteins, vegetables, fruits, and oils, and also recommendations for water intake. With just one glance, Talia confirmed that this was generic information she could get online. Since Maya gave her the tablet, Talia spent a lot of time on the internet and she looked up malnutrition and balanced meals that Travis mentioned, and nothing that Dr. Jones said was new.

And then I went on my way, relieved that I'd dodged the bullet this time. "Emma, do you have a minute to talk to Greta Scarborough? She had some questions about her diet. She says she Googled it, and she thinks maybe she's not getting enough protein." Jenny cocked a skeptical brow at me. "Apparently, she got her dietician certificate when we weren't looking." I sighed. "She means well. She's trying to take ownership of this part of her care, and that's commendable. It's a good thing."

Jones's behavior was not professional. Drake and Talia were sitting on chairs, and a desk separated them from Dr. Jones. The woman was asking questions, and Talia responded, but Talia doubted that the woman listened to a word Talia said because her eyes didn't leave Drake. After some time, Dr. Jones pushed into Talia's hands brochures about balanced meals that included examples of portions for grains, proteins, vegetables, fruits, oils, and also recommendations for water intake. With just one glance, Talia confirmed that this was generic information she could get online.

He spoke shortly and then turned to a clipboard as the blood runned out into a bag to my side, “Age?” “Eighteen?” It was as if they didn’t know anything about me. “You’re 130 pounds.” He spoke, writing it down, “Not much muscle mass. You’re going to be put on a special diet going forward.” He flipped through the clipboard and tore out a page, handing it to me, “Follow this. We will know if you don’t” “Okay…” I trailed off, looking at the guidelines. Breakfast was a high protein, followed by a salad lunch, and high protein dinner. Halfway through the day, between lunch and dinner, I was apparently allowed a protein shake. “What’s with all the protein?”