Mirellie
His expression became almost exasperated. “No, Luna. I genuinely mean it.”
I opened my mouth and then closed it again because I had absolutely no idea how to respond to that.
He sighed. “You know, one of the reasons I never married is because everybody kept trying to give me women who looked exactly the same.”
I blinked at him, “What?”
“Thin,” he said, making a face. “They are all so painfully thin.”
My eyes widened. “What is wrong with being thin?” Those are the types of women men love. What was he on about?
“Nothing,” he replied with a shrug. “But I don't personally enjoy watching people starve themselves so they can fit into tiny dresses.” The man looked horrified. “I’m always so scared they would break if I touch them”
Despite myself, I laughed loudly. The sound seeme
