Marcelina~
At the back section of the store, I stopped in front of a row of... things. I wasn't even sure what half of them were supposed to be called.
Lingerie.
That much I knew.
But this?
This was something else entirely.
I reached out slowly, brushing my fingers against a piece that looked more like decoration than actual clothing. It was a matching set—soft fabric, thin straps, lace that barely seemed to hold anything together. There were small clips hanging from the bottom, connected to even thinner straps.
I frowned slightly, lifting it just a little.
What was this supposed to do?
Hold something? Attach to something? Why were there so many strings?
And how did anyone wear this comfortably?
My brows pulled together as I studied it like it was a medical case. There was no wa
