It's just as easy to love a rich man as a poor one, but if they're tall dark and handsome, I never get around to checking figures until it's too late. So, I'm leaving with nothing but a muff stuffed with cash and the clothes on my back to do a little gold-digging overseas: if it doesn't have a Paris label, then honey, it's not worth wearing. Ah, look, round windows!
Thanks to Coquette Faux Furriers for the faux leopard loveliness and Hunter Gatherer for the beautiful vintage dress!