Look at me, she said, throwing wide her arms, appearing vulnerable, beautiful, helpless. Do you know what I am? I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her.
V.C. Andrews
Look at me, she said, throwing wide her arms, appearing vulnerable, beautiful, helpless. Do you know what I am? I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her.