Chapter 22. Club Life

CHARLOTTE

I smiled weakly, grateful for her reply.

Then curiosity nudged me again.

“What about your love life?”

She arched a brow, amused. “That’s a switch-up.”

I chuckled nervously. “Just curious. Never mind, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I don’t mind,” Olive said kindly. “I’ve dated some good ones, some idiots—like everyone else.”

“Is it… easy to find love? As a plus-size woman?”

Why do I care about that anyway. I promise to focus on myself after Jun.

Olivia blinked, then smiled.

“Honestly? It hasn’t been that hard. There are men out there who love us thick and chubby. You’d be surprised. So far, I’ve had no problem getting a date.”

“I see,” I said slowly.

I glanced at her—really looked.

She was plus-size, sure, but she had those kinds of curves you see on magazine covers when fashion decides to celebrate ‘chubby women.’

Hips. Bust. A nice waist that made her pear shape pop.

I wasn’t built like t