Beauty turned slowly and looked at him, her eyes wet with a mixture of shock and hurt.

"I should've known," she whispered, her voice trembling, then opened the door and left the room.

Before Bruno could say a word.

She stormed down the hallway. Her vision blurred as she fought back tears, her chest tightening with each step. 

She could still hear Bruno's voice echoing in her mind, cutting even deeper than she cared to admit.

"No one wants to see all that fat ...