50. WHILE HE DROVE…

KATERINA

I smacked my lips, staring at myself for longer in the mirror.

Was my dress too revealing for a welcome back party? It was a low-key event; I did not want to end up embarrassing myself while trying to look good.

I wore a dress with a low neckline and a slit from the middle of my thighs to my feet. It was a semi-casual dress, nothing too serious.

I had my makeup done and I had put on my favorite red lippie to go with. My cheeks had begun to get bigger, and these days whenever I stared into the mirror, I saw her more.

This was not good.

I used to be on the chubby side to an extent. I had to partake in a lot of exercises and intermittent fasting to get thinner cheeks and a slender figure. Lately, I had begun to add some pounds, and I blamed it on the excessive Chick-fil-A and snacks that Simon had been bombarding me with this past month.

The man hardly gave two fucks about my daily complaints about weight.

"Your ass is growing out too, don't you like that?" He would throw at me