Chapter Eleven- “Christian Who?”.
Isabella Montague.
“What are you making? It smells nice.” I announced, as I entered the kitchen where Amy is, by the cooker making whatever it is that’s making me salivate.
She didn’t turn around, her attention on the pot in front of her. “Chicken noodle soup for your hangover.” She declared. I parted my lips to offer an excuse out of eat the soup, but before I could, she added. “Forget about weight gain for once. You need to eat more, you look skinny.”
I folded my lips in, swallowing back my complain since it appears she knows me quite a lot and knows that I would’ve used that to get out of eating this no doubt. I’ve been really strict on my meals. I’ve finally reached the exact body I want, or need to survive in this world anyway, so, I want to mai
