All I Can Think About is Food

In Schuyler Square, 18-year-old Tiffany has been battling a weight problem for as long as she can remember. Find a can of Fat Off, a diet aid that helped her lose an amazing 50 pounds, did wonders for Tiffany’s self-esteem but ruined her metabolism. Now Tiffany is trying to maintain a healthy lifestyle while simultaneously planning to marry her boyfriend Rex and figure out a way to blackmail her wealthy aunt into letting Tiffany have unlimited access to her trust fund…

“I’m so hungry! This is awful. All I can think about is food.”

Rex rubbed the back of Tiffany’s neck sympathetically. “So eat something! I don’t care if you aren’t skinny.”

“Are you saying I’m fat again?”

“No, I’m saying that I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care if you wear size zero jeans or size twenty. I love you, Tiffany. Don’t you know that?”

Tiffany wished that she could believe Rex. Part of her did believe Rex since he was always super nice to her and also the only boyfriend that she’d ever had. But another part of her, the insecure part who grew up hearing how people were only nice to anyone in the Schuyler family because of all the money the family had, wasn’t quite so trusting. “I don’t know,” she said grumpily. Ever since those dumb doctors had made her stop using Fat Off, Tiffany had been in a bad mood. “Prove it.”

Rex laughed. “How can I prove it? Don’t I do everything for you? Didn’t I ask you to marry me? Don’t I tell you every single day how crazy I am about you?”

“You asked me to marry  you but we aren’t married yet,” Tiffany pointed out.

“That’s because you don’t want to elope. Let’s leave right now, fly to Vegas and get married. The only person stopping us is you, Tif.”

Rex had a point but Tiffany didn’t want to elope. She wanted a big wedding with lots of bridesmaids and a huge reception at the Schuyler Square Country Club. “I don’t know,” she said. “I can’t think straight. All I can think about is pasta and burgers and pizza. This is awful. When I used Fat Off, I could eat a million calories a day and still lose weight. Now I look at a French fry and gain five pounds. It sucks.”

Rex changed the subject. “Hey, your aunt invited me over for lunch. Why don’t you come too?”

“I’m sure Aunt Mavis wouldn’t want me along. She probably wants to know how far you’ve gotten on breaking up Brad and Claudine. How is that going?”

“Not too well,” Rex admitted. “Claudine really has her claws into Brad and she’s made it pretty clear that she’s not interested in me.”

“Hmmm…maybe we should try telling Brad what Aunt Mavis is up to. He could lean on her to give me access to my trust fund.”

“That’s a thought,” Rex agreed. The ringing of the telephone interrupted them. Rex picked it up. “Hello? Oh, hi. What? Are you serious? Okay, I’ll tell Tiffany.” Hanging up, he raised his eyebrows. “It looks like my lunch date is off, Tiffany. Want to go to Burger King instead?”

“Why? What happened?”

“That was Brad. It seems that your aunt has been asked to go down to the police station.”

“Why? What did she do?”

“They want to question her about the murder of that chemist. Fritz Whatever. It seems Aunt Mavis was the last person to see him alive.”