Ruthless knight

Sawyer

“I’m sorry, honey, but this isn’t working. We’re go

I know I’ve lost weight…but I didn’t think it was that much. 

The size fourteen was so tight I thought it would tear right down the middle when I came in for my first fitting.

Then again…that was back in mid-November. 

A little over three months ago.

I look at my mom. The bridesmaids’ dresses are expensive, and my parents offered to pay for mine. I don’t want to put another burden on them. 

“I’m sorry. I can buy—”

Mama waves a hand. “It’s fine, Sawyer. Heck, better than fine. This is a good thing. I’m glad you’re finally sticking to a diet for once in your life.” 

Beside her, Dylan flinches. “Sawyer’s always been beautiful.” 

“Sure. But she’s even more beautiful now. Not to mention, healthy.” Mama pats her leg. “You’re a good friend, though.” 

It’s probably a good thing my mom doesn’t see the murderous look Dylan’s aiming her way. 

The lady handling the dresses comes back with two of them. “We had a few sample dresses in the back, so I brought one for you to try on. I want to make sure we get it right this time.” 

My eyes nearly pop out of my skull when I notice it’s two sizes smaller than my original dress. 

Surprisingly, it fits like a glove. 

“Hmm.” The lady assesses me after I come back out. “You know, you do have a tiny bit of wiggle room in this. There’s still four weeks left until the wedding. Are you pla

I honestly have no idea. It all depends on the Adderall. 

It’s not working as well as it did in the begi

Not that I’m complaining about losing thirty-one pounds in three and a half months. 

“I don’t th—”

“Sawyer Grace, don’t you stop now. You should aim for another ten pounds…at least.” Mama shrugs when we all look at her. “What? Everyone knows the camera adds ten pounds. You want to look good for pictures, don’t you?” 

She’s right. “I—”

“I don’t think you need to lose any more weight,” Dylan says. “You were perfect before and you’re perfect now.” 

I give her a smile, feeling grateful she agreed to come with me. 

Dealing with Mama without any backup can be…difficult. 

Mama pats Dylan’s leg again. “She is such a good friend.” 

“If I only lose five more pounds, would you still be able to alter the size ten?” 

I honestly don’t know how I’d lose more than that.

Unless I up my dosage a little. 

“Of course,” the lady says. “It won’t be an issue at all. Heck, you can even gain a few pounds. We’ll just let the seams out a little.” 

Yeah, I definitely don’t want to gain anything. I’m just starting to feel good about myself. 

“What if I lost more than five pounds?” 

She mulls this over for a moment before she answers. “Well, it’s different for everyone. Usually ten to fifteen pounds will drop someone an entire dress size. But you’re so short, it’s…” Her voice drifts off, but I read her loud and clear. 

Girls over five-foot-four are much thi

“Order the eight.” 

I make a mental note to hit up Oakley for more pills later.