His True Love Makes Me Starve
On our first wedding anniversary, my husband's childhood friend, Sophia York, is busy policing what I eat.
"This one's too spicy. You can't have it."
"This one won't do. It's far too greasy."
"This one is deep-fried, too. You can't eat it."
She smacks my fork away before taking my glass of orange juice away from me too. Once she's done, all that's left in front of me is a bowl of plain pasta.
There are 12 dishes on the table, but plain pasta is the only thing I'm allowed to eat.
Looking at me sympathetically, my husband, Ivan Jefferson, picks up a piece of beef that's been rinsed with water and places it on my plate.
"Listen to Sophia, okay? She's a nutritionist. Once you recover fr