In the arms of the enemy- Curvygirl/Hot guy romance- Sample

Prologue

Prologue

Tell me you didn't!" My sister's voice cut through the air, filled with disapproval.

"I did, Mar. Listen, I know you think I'm crazy but-"

"Crazy is an understatement, Cath. How could you book a month-long flight to Italy to meet someone you've never even seen?"

"But I talk to him every day online," I argued.

"That doesn't mean anything! He's still a stranger. He could be anyone. You know nothing about him."

"You're wrong," I countered, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "I know he owns a restaurant. He's 24 years old, and he's not married."

"Sure, you know what he's told you. But how do you know he's not lying?" She insisted.

I sighed exasperatedly. I knew my sister was only concerned, but I was fed up with living such a dull life. She wasn't me. She couldn't know how sad I was. Marilyn was pretty and slim and had no problems having any guy she wanted. While I was curvy, I preferred to use the word fat, but my sister insisted I wasn't. Guys didn't throw themselves at me when they saw me, and the only one who found me attractive was a friend of Dad, Michael. He was 18 years my senior and looked like a barrel himself.

. "I don't care if he's lying. I want to meet him," I said with determination. "You've seen his photos. He's gorgeous."

"What if those photos aren't even him?"

"Impossible. I've talked to him on Skype. It's the same person. And Joseph doesn't care that I'm overweight. He thinks I'm beautiful, and he's admitted he's in love with me."

"I still think you're being reckless. A month is too long. You should've gone for a week, at most."

"I can always come back early if things don't work out," I reassured her.

"And what about Mom and Dad? You're not telling them, are you?"

I shook my head firmly. "No, and neither are you. Dad would have a heart attack. I'm twenty-four, Mar, not a child. Stop playing the big sister card, especially when you're only a year and a half older than me."

"Michael will miss you."

"Who cares? If you like him so much, you go out with him," I retorted, my mind already set on this new adventure.