“The red one. And the blue one, of course,” Lawrence said, his eyes sweeping over Zehra from head to foot. She curled her arms around her waist as she stood on the small dais in Madame Ella’s viewing area. Mirrors flanked her, and she caught glimpses of herself gazing back in wide-eyed wonder. The gowns were lovely—no, beyond lovely. They were extravagant in quality, yet not overdone in ornament and style.
Lawrence crossed his arms over his chest as he prowled in a small circle around Zehra. “What do you think, Madame Ella?” The modiste was tapping her chin with a finger, also studying Zehra.
“Any bold colors will do, my lord. Anything pale would not do justice to her coloring. And those eyes… You must buy sapphires. They will reflect the stunning shade quite well.”
“Agreed. I’ll have t
