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Katherine
“Seriously, you cannot lose another pound between now and the gala on Saturday,” Alexandre complained.
“I didn’t!” I insisted. “My weight went up this week.”
And it had—by three pounds. I was sure that it was muscle, but it could have been the alcohol and bread. Or any number of things, stress included.
“Well, we have to take this in again. And if you lose anything else, you’re SOL, baby girl.”
“It’s fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m not doing anything differently. And I can’t exercise this week because it’s Fashion Week.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “Let’s get you out of this.”
He helped me out of the dress, which I had no idea how it was going to be brought in again, but I’d leave that to the designer. I only had twenty minutes to get across town to the Cunnin
