Chapter SixteenThalia’s maid had just finished twitching her skirt into a better place when there was a knock on her bedroom door.
“Thalia? Are you dressed?” Rose said, entering. “Oh…” her sister said, getting a good look at her.
She stepped into the room and crossed her hands over her own burgundy-draped chest. Her gown was a beautiful, rich silk that made the red highlights in her hair and her green eyes stand out. “The décolletage is a little modest, but you’re well-endowed enough that you don’t really want anything too low—especially not at your age.”
“Well, thank you. Are there any other extremely personal comments you’d like to make?”
Rose just frowned at her. “No. I think you’ll do very well.”
Thalia turned and looked in the mirror attached to her dressing table. She couldn’t s
