Once her aunt accidentally smothers herself to death, claustrophobic Virginia decides that giving into a life of velvet blankets and sleep apnea is not for her. Fortunately, Aunt Elizabeth's funeral also provides a way out: by John O'Brian, the young gravedigger who is always eager to offer Virginia a glimpse of life outside of the high street.
Though engaged to effeminate-looking and vulgar Fredrick, Virginia begins to think that she might be able to successfully keep her two lives, one as dignified Victorian maiden and the other as selectively sinful hellion, apart. But her plans to spend the rest of her life as a low-class Irishmans lover are interrupted when they accidentally kill her fiancé--and then attempt to cover it up.
While enduring a plague of elderly suitors, Virginia becomes guilty, restless, and also feels some desire to live past her nineteenth birthday. She begins to wonder where she should go from here, and whether or not she should take John with her for the ride.
This isn't a hook, it's the description of the idea for your plot. Start over. And what the hell year is it anyway? Sleep apnea was first described in 1965.