Chapter 82 Just One Bite

• Hannah
• I couldn’t quite help the way my stomach grumbled as the scents of the reception’s lavish buffet wafted through the ballroom. Plate after plate piled high with gourmet delicacies caught my eye—tender cuts of meat glistening under a sweet glaze, buttery pastries dusted with powdered sugar, colorful displays of exotic fruits.
• I chewed my lip, my gaze wandering over the spread as the voice of my eating disorder battled relentlessly against the voice of logic.