“Let me tell you a secret, Trisha. Men don’t like curvy women. They like slim women, like, well, like me.” She tilted her head and looked at Trisha with a smile.


“You know, Sid is interested in me. I can tell.”


Trisha looked stunned at Jen. What was she talking about?

“Don’t be a naïve duck,” Jen continued with a big smile while she took a strawberry from the buffet and put it in her mouth.


“You know…men like Sid. They like the company of a somewhat more mature woman.” She looked at Trisha from head to toe. “They won’t tell, but I know how these men are. Young, slick, and handsome entrepreneurs… like Sid. They like having women beside them who are or look like models.” Jen said the last sentence softly as if she were sharing a secret with her. “I wonder if he has a six-pack.” She took a sip from her glass of champagne which she was holding in her hand. “Maybe I should get under his shirt or, even better, in his pants. I wonder what kind of boxers he is wearing.” Jen looked dreamy at her glass of champagne and sighed deeply.


Trisha didn’t know where this conversation was going. She decided not to say anything and scooped up some strawberries.


“Trisha, Trisha, look at you. I can tell that you are not his type. You are curvy, and on top of that, your skin colour. It doesn’t match his skin tone. Don’t you think so? He is light-skinned, and you are what, milky chocolate brown.” Jen laughed with pressed lips. “Let me tell you a secret. When I was growing up, we had Indian neighbours. One of those girls was a friend of mine. A beautiful light-skinned girl who fell in love with a boy who was a few shades darker than she was.” She looked dramatically at Trisha and took a sip from her champagne. “I think he was the same shade as you are if I remember it well. I don’t have to tell you what happened, right? Ooh, hmmm, just in case, let me tell you that it was not a they all lived happily after all. Jen took another sip from her champagne. “Well, I better leave you to it.” She looked at Trisha’s plate. “My mom used to say that only pigs pile up their plates.” She looked disgusted at Trisha, gave her a wicked smile, and slowly turned around and walked away confidently.


Trisha watched as Jen walked to the bar holding the plate with both hands. She looked perfect in her red spaghetti dress with a high side slit. The dress was most definitely a size 6. Her expensive shoes and handbag complemented her look. Trisha had to admit she looked gorgeous.

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