“Behind that I would shield myself, and I’d tell him to go away. “Don’t,” he said when I had the dress in my hands. “You shouldn’t . . .” I stammered, trembling more. “I know I shouldn’t be, but you… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“You really think I’m pretty enough for a man to love?” “You’re more than pretty enough.” He sounded embarrassed. “Chris, remember when Momma told us that it was money that made the world go around and not love? Well, I… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
