19. Cousin, my ass! [Part 1]
Bess.
I look around carefully, feeling out of place.
The bright French restaurant is luxurious, and so are the people in it. The men are dressed like Aaron and Evan do—even like Thiago does—with neat suits accompanied by serious ties placed in the correct spot. And the women, they wear flashy, low-cut dresses that make me feel tiny in my simple outfit.
I look at my plain denim shirt and baggy jeans, and then I look at them again.
Uh-oh, I don’t fit in here.
"Is something wrong?" Thiago asks when he sees I haven’t started eating what he ordered for me.
"What do you call this little piece of meat?" I ask, pointing at the plate with the tiny portion of food on it.
Why is there so little?
Did they run out of meat?
"Magret de canard," he says, and I stifle
