"Just consider it. You’ll be surprised to find out you’re not their child," I said, shaking my head before exiting the comfort room.

"I’m so good at this, right?" he asked, scanning my appearance. "The clothes I picked suit you perfectly, and they’re exactly your size.”

"You learned that from being a womanizer. Should I congratulate you?" I looked at myself in the mirror. "I hate the design. It’s too complicated. So many strings."

"I just don’t want your clothes falling off during ...