Chapter 276 - 275: They’re Insane
They dug in without restraint.
"It’s not breakfast," Monica said, taking a bite of the soufflé first like a rule-breaker. "It’s a celebration."
"It’s damage control," Rex corrected her through a mouthful of tartare. "We burned off at least a week’s worth of calories last night."
"So," he asked curiously, cocking an eyebrow as he cut into a slice of toast piled high with caviar and crème fraîche. " "Don’t actresses have to feed on grass and air to maintain their figures? How can you eat all this and still look like that?"
Monica smirked, licking a bit of cream off her lip "Oh, please," she said with casual superiority, waving a fork dismissively. "That’s for the insecure ones, or the ones managed by devils. "You have no idea, Rex. Some of these girls are insane. I’ve seen girls nibble on a quarter of an apple and call it dinner. I’ve seen one live off protein shakes and multivitamins for two whole months: no solids, just chemical sludge. And don’t even get me started on the detox water cults."
She shuddered slightly at the memory, sipping her Sunset Whisper mocktail. "I’ve even seen one girl faint during a shoot because she hadn’t had solid food in three days. And they call that dedication."
"They’re insane."
She shook her head, disgusted. "They weigh their almonds. Literally count out seven. No salt. No oil. No joy."
Rex blinked. "Sounds like torture."
"It is," she laughed, stabbing her fork into a croissant. "I could never do that. I love food too much. Good food. Rich, flavorful, melt-in-your-mouth, bad-for-your-soul kind of food. Honestly, if someone told me I had to survive on celery sticks for a career, I’d walk away without a second thought."
He raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
She grinned proudly. "I’m built different. I’ve got a natural constitution. No matter how much I eat, I don’t gain an ounce. It’s pure genetics. My metabolism’s so fast, it should be illegal."