“You look beautiful,” Diana said as she put both of her hands on Candy’s bare shoulders. Candy was resting on a chair in Emily’s large master bedroom, where the women had ushered her after she finished eating. Apparently, Neil hadn’t argued when Diana relayed Candy’s demand for a hairdresser only.
Candy had enjoyed a nice, leisurely bath in Emily’s en suite bathroom. The women had been true to their word and kept everyone away, and for the first time since being here, Candy breathed a sigh of relief. Now, dressed in the beautiful white gown Neil had picked out, with a clasp around her neck and a deep V that accentuated a generous amount of cleavage, she felt sexy, desired, and beautiful. Maybe Neil had been right about the dress.
The hairdresser had pinned the lace veil to her dark curls
