It was Catherine but not Catherine. Something was sufficiently changed to make her look like another woman. She might have been a flirtatious and pretty sister, but Catherine’s sisters were neither. This was Catherine, to be sure.
She was wearing a dress of pale gold silk with embroidery upon the hem, and Rhys realized with a start that it was the same one she had worn for their wedding. Like Catherine herself, it was subtle and he was struck by how perfectly it suited her.
All the same, there was something different. Rhys did not recall the garment appearing so provocative. The bodice dipped lower than he recalled, leaving the top of her breasts exposed. Catherine always wore a lace fichu over her modest dresses. On this night, the perfection of her figure was revealed to all. Seeing so
