“Geez, what’s your problem Grinch,” I asked as I wiped my still wet hands on my fluffy robe, “Didn’t get enough sleep?”
“Me what? I think I did get enough sleep,” I said confused.
“No you are my problem,” I paused confused.
“You and your effortless ways to make me fucking jealous Violet, that’s my fucking issue,” and before I could question him or even comprehend what he said he bent down grabbing the knot on my robe pulling me up.
“Hey be careful, I’m not wea-,” and my sentence was cut off with something warm on my mouth, and it wasn’t pancakes or maple syrup, even though it tasted like that.
No, it was him.
Take a self-conscious slightly chubby female and throw in a cocky man who probably stepped right off the front cover of a magazine, and throw them together to plan a wedding. Things weren’t going to be smooth as the icing on the cake.
Throw in a stray cat, a potential boyfriend, her ex, her crazy bat shit mother, a pizza delivery, a secret from the past and numerous accidents, these might just be enough for Violet to realise that weight didn’t weigh that much when it came to love.