Warmth radiated throughout Drake's body, and his thoughts scattered. He was unable to think straight as he watched Sierra glide gracefully down Newhaven's staircase as if her feet never touched the ground.?
Sierra told herself to take her time walking, remembering what Rosaline had taught her about poise. The ball gown she wore - a pale, rosy-silk with black lace and a billowy skirt, made her feel like a princess. The bodice had a V-neck, which dipped daringly low to her cleavage, and she wore matching pink gloves to her elbows.?
Her hair flowed down her back in twirling tendrils that Jeanette had taken hours to create. Because of all the time spent on Sierra's hair, Rosaline had settled for scooping her hair atop her head, with a few curled tendrils, held in place by a hair ornament.
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