Chapter Twelve
Please, Miss, stop pulling at your dress. It is supposed to be that low,” Gita said with exasperation at Cassandra’s constant fiddling with the neckline of her new gown.
“But it’s too low. Just look at how much is showing!” Cassandra frowned at her reflection in the mirror, as Gita once more adjusted her dress lower. The blush-colored satin underdress already clung almost indecently to her slender figure. Luckily, the silvery net that flowed so nicely over it made it almost unnoticeable—she hoped. How she wished she could be like Julian and not have a care about what she wore, not have to be so fashionable.
She did reluctantly admit that the overall affect was quite fairy-like. And the silver necklace, with a single pearl drop hanging very close to her cleavage drawing t
