No woman in the world could resist the allure of beautiful clothes—even if she might reject the charms of men.
Men betray; clothes remain obedient.
Men are fickle; clothes stay true.
Men are domineering; clothes embrace gently.
...
This wasn't just empty talk. My feisty mom, Gima, had dated over ten men, and not one met her standards. So I'd sooner marry a beautiful dress than a man.
This century has seen fewer good men and women. Someone like me? Bottom-tier. Even if I wanted to marry, my prospects were dismal! What man would willingly wed a vampire hunter?
Forget living men—even undead male vampires wouldn't dare!
This angelic gown was exquisitely tailored, its deep V-neckline seductive, the skirt flaring with layered ruffles. I could barely imagine how breathtaking it would look when dancing.
I shook out the dress, held it against my shoulders, then eagerly stripped off my T-shirt and unbuckled my belt—only for another hand to snatch the belt away.
