Real love isn't about drama or heartbreak. Real love just is.
That's a comforting response, Oliver. Of course I can trust you implicitly when all you care about is using me for your own designs.
While Mary brushed my pistachio silk carriage dress, Mama tugged the laces of my corset as tight as they would go. She grunted and I groaned, and we sounded like the giant hogs I'd seen at the zoo-exc...
