Valerie descended the candlelit corridor like a whispered secret of Paris — wrapped in a gown of shimmering rose-silk satin, the folds of her skirt braced at her hips by hidden panniers so her silhouette swelled in soft waves with every step. Her bodice was rigid, boned to sculpt a narrow waist and lift her bust, laced tightly at her slender back. Delicate lace ruffles trimmed her elbow-length sleeves, while a cascade of powdered-rose silk ribbons wound around her arms, wrists, and trailing from her waist with a flirtatious sway. Pearls and tiny gemstone charms clung to her neck, ears, hairpins hidden among soft coils of Noire curls — a hush of opulence. Her nutmeg skin gleamed softly under lantern-glow, every curve and muscle softened. See more