Bianca nervously smoothed the fabric of the elegant black evening dress against her belly.
The top of the dress had a V-neckline and half-length sleeves that stopped below the elbows.
A large black satin band encircled the waist and tied at the side in a large bow tie.
The bottom of the dress was a long black skirt, slit on the front of the right thigh, sequined with silver. The fabric was so fluid that it seemed to ripple with her every move.
Bianca had styled her hair in a messy bun on the bottom of the neck. She had left a few loose strands framing her face, bringing a touch of effortless, discreet romanticism.
She had never really liked to put make up on. But, this evening, she had put on mascara and used lipstick without trying to attenuate it by biting in a square of paper.
She
