Chapter43 Tension

"But Zuriel. I like... salad. And I'm not hungry." Just then, my stomach decided to growl. It was embarrassing, but I hadn't eaten anything since morning. He gave me a sceptical look, challenging me to say something. I was sure my face was brighter than the tablecloth. "Are you going to tell me what's the matter with you? You are acting weird." "It's nothing." I tightened my grip on the glass, trying to hide my frustration. "Brielle" "His tone was more insistent, demanding an answer. "It's embarrassing." I replied, the words as stiff as my body was. "It won't be that bad." He persisted. Oh to hell with it! "Uhm... I couldn't fit in the dress you sent me." "I spoke softly forcing myself to stay strong. I couldn't believe this was actually happening, that this was real life and not a nightmare. I closed my eyes wishing I could vanish. "What?" I heard him say, scoffing. "I couldn't fit in the dress you sent. It was a size small." I repeated clearer this time. Or two! "Oh, I hea