Who Says?
Hyko’s POV
I scoop a spoonful of freshly made salad and put it onto her plate.
She looks tense. I should have known she won’t eat carbs.
“Hija, don’t you like the steak that we prepared?” My mom asks.
I sigh. “Mom, Ari doesn’t usually eat rice at night—”
“Sure, ma’am. I will try it,” she says, cutting me off.
The sides of her lips are stretching to reach her ears, revealing her perfectly aligned white teeth. However, I know her too well. Her lips may be smiling but her eyes say it all. My eyes caught how she plays with her fingers resting on her lap.
Her eyes land on the plate of steak. She bites her lower lip and slowly reaches for the plate. I immediately block her hand by catching her wrist.
I look at my mom. “She’s on a diet. We were going to have her measurements
