Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

In the Chambers residence’s living room, the atmosphere was tense after everything that had just happened. Nellie had gone all out preparing a lavish dinner, but with everyone finally seated, only Yvette was calmly enjoying her meal. The other three seemed to find even the best dishes unappealing now.

Zachary watched Yvette eating a lot of meat and began to feel concerned about her while imagining a dramatic bitter scene in his head.

In fact, Vette simply loved eating meal Concerns about body image didn’t cross her mind. Some people can eat a ton and not gain a pound, and Yvette was one of them. Not only was she fit, but her figure was also the epitome of a perfect hourglass -just the right amount of curves, with no extra weight.

Is Yvette some kind of bottomless pir? Better eat more and let her gain some weight! Winona felt a twinge of jealousy. Growing up, she had to count every calorie before even considering a bite, let alone indulging like Yvette did. Unfortunately, she was someone who gained weight easily. For years, she had starved herself just to maintain a flawless image in front of others. Life just didn’t seem fair

Zeke watched Yvette skillfully peeling shrimp, her hands moving gracefully, and some improper desire stirred inside him.

Nellie took a moment to steady her emotions, putting on her “kind” stepmother face again. “Yvette, eat more. If it’s not enough, just let the chef know. Growing up in that village, there must be things you’ve never tried. Now that you’re back, 1 want you to enjoy yourself. These dishes are pretty ordinary, and I wonder if you like black truffles, caviar, or foie gras

words were clearly meant to belittle Yvette,

on! How could she have eaten any of that? The most she probably had back in that village were

enough to taunt Yvette, Zachary had just stepped out for an overseas call so they didn’t feel the need

in. He took a seat

good appetite. I thought she might enjoy some black truffles and

good that

likes that kind of food? What if she doesn’t?

it or not, we’re making it.

scold her again pushed her over the edge If she had been fake crying

over Yvette. But since she needed to

Our family has them flown in every month, prepared by a Frixyia chef. Honestly, after all these years of eating them, they’ve kind of lost their thrill. But if