Free Shrink to Fit by Dona Sarkar

the purchases, Shazan turned to Leah. “Did you hear about Jennifer and Jay?”
    â€œYeah.” Leah busied herself by sifting through her bag for a tube of lip gloss. “He asked her to the ball.”
    Shazan giggled, dark eyes flashing. “And that’s not all! She really likes him a lot. So much that she’s considering asking him to get a room at the hotel for afterward. Can you believe that? Miss Goody Two-shoes herself!”
    Leah froze. Jennifer and Jay having sex? If that happened, all of this was for nothing.
    Suddenly Leah felt very nauseated. She couldn’t lose him. He was the one stable force in her life. She had to lose this weight, she had to look fabulous at the dance. She had to get him. No matter what.
    â€œHey, Shaz. Could I get a few more of those pills?”

seven
    She’s All That
159 lbs
    â€œLeah, could you please move a bit to the left, me love? You’re blockin’ the light,” Cillian, the photographer’s assistant, shielded his eyes and called in his heavy Irish accent. “Roald needs to get one last shot. Then I’m all yours,” he said in a much softer voice.
    â€œMy bad.” Leah ducked to the left, trying not to laugh, and nearly toppled into a sand dune. She’d been stupid to wear three-inch heels at the beach, but all the other models were doing it. “Sorry about your light. Can I make it better?”
    â€œI’ll haveta show ya how later, love,” he replied, glancing over to see if his boss could hear them. Apparently he could, from the smirk on his lips.
    That was the third time she’d blocked the photographer’s light. The first time was when she’d snuck up to see if Cillian was as hot up close as he was from a distance.
    He was.
    The second time was pretty much for the same reason. Except he had most definitely noticed what she was up to and had made sure to check her out, too, head to toe, with a very apparent smirk.
    Amazing what a pink leopard-printed bikini, perfect blowout, and a see-through sarong could do for an otherwise ordinary girl.
    â€œLeah, you better be paying attention!” Victoria called from where she was perched on a beach chair, her golden skin glistening from the half bottle of baby oil and shimmer powder the makeup artist had sprayed her with. “Come closer and see how the light works.”
    â€œDon’t go far.” Cillian took his eyes off the models and winked at her. “I’m not close to done with you yet.”
    Tan, Irish and eighteen, Cillian had worked for Roald and Alfreddo for about a month. From the way he’d been flirting with her, she guessed this wasn’t the first time he’d help shoot models.
    â€œYou’ve had plenty of chances,” Leah flirted back. He’d been taking pictures of her with his own camera in between breaks and making suggestive comments all afternoon. In turn, she’d been very dramatically spreading out a beach towel, applying sunblock, pulling her shades over her eyes and pretending to gaze into the distance while leaning back on her elbows. All the while, she’d kept a pouty-lipped, “half eyes closed” expression on her face. All tricks she’d picked up from the Brazilian bombshells down by the waterfront.
    The crew had at least ten lights trained on the small group of models lounging on towels, under umbrellas and on beach chairs while makeup artists stood by breathlessly, powder puffs ready to do their thing in between shots. Out-of-date hip-hop music blasting from a centralized iPod assured the modeling staff that they were still young and cool.
    â€œEnjoying yourself?”
    Leah recognized Alfreddo by his perfectly pedicured toenails.
    â€œYeah.” She verified her sarong was still knotted around her waist before glancing over at him. She was comfortable revealing her body in front of Cillian’s admiring eyes. Alfreddo just gave her a creepy feeling, like