My brother seated himself at the head of the table while Drew and I chose to sit across from each other. As nervous as I was, I couldn’t help eating not one, not two, but three medium-sized succulent lobster tails. They were to die for when dipped in butter sauce. I hadn’t realized how starved I was until my brother cheekily pointed out that I still had a hard time resisting some of my favorite foods, even though I had claimed I was hell-bent on practicing portion control. I loved my brother, but at times like these, he should know better than to point out that my soul was still a diehard fat-ass. Nevertheless, men were unperturbed when it came to women’s sensitivity about body image. It was a golden fact as old as time. “Spencer is insisting that you come along.” Jackson broke the amiable silence while I coolly sipped on my wine. Before I was given the chance to voice out my reply, however, Drew butted in for me.
