The Dewynter sisters always fought dirty—but this time, it wasn’t just about power or style… it was about stomachs.

Kiki thought she had the upper hand—leaner, faster, and still clinging to the old nightclub elegance. But Viola had other plans… and a much bigger appetite.
Stuffed to the brim and flaunting her massive “food baby,” Viola made it very clear who the true queen of excess was. Her belly dominated the room—and the conversation—leaving her sister literally and figuratively beneath her.

“I smell so much envy,” she taunted, basking in her win with a smug grin and a belly full of victory calories. Kiki, exhausted and squished against that soft mountain, could only pout:
“I know, I know you won… please stop repeating it.”

Sibling rivalry just got a whole lot heavier.