Chapter 73 Take That (2)

• Becca was seated when we joined her, sipping from a glass of sparkling water. I picked up my menu, scrutinizing the list and mentally trying to calculate the calories. Becca was on a strict diet so she could fit into her wedding dress. I couldn’t eat a steak in front of her. Fumi and I chose salad.
• “You bitches think I would eat salad if both of you were on a diet,” Becca murmured, pointing her baby blue manicured nail at us. We knew she would. She also ordered a salad, but a smaller portion. “Hell no. Not me.”
• Fumi laughed beside me. Becca was across us, occasionally replying messages from the wedding planners. She had help but still had to weigh in on a lot of things. It was almost scary. She was the slimmest in the group, but her collarbone had grown more visible. Her diet or the wedding stress, I didn’t know.