Tonight, she'd chosen another An'Ville creation, also a gift from Daphne, this one, a knee-length dress in green and gold silk jersey. The delicate fabric draped and hugged every curve, and the deep heart-shaped neckline revealed cleavage. Wow, she actually had cleavage. The new uplift bra really worked. She preened in front of the mirror, grinning. She'd spent the better part of an hour on her hair and makeup. She'd arranged her hair in a sleek, elegant French pleat, secured with a 1930's silver and crystal hair glide she'd inherited from her mother. She'd allowed a few tendrils to escape to soften the severe style. The matching crystal and silver necklace, bracelet and drop earrings accentuated the slender column of her neck and three inch heels gave her much needed height. She surveyed her reflection with a satisfied smile. While she'd never possess Davina Strathmore's height, or Nordic beauty, neither was the comparison weighted against her. When she'd packed for this weekend, Victoria had been undecided on what accessories to bring and, on the-spur-of-the-moment, decided to bring her entire jewelry box. Logan gave a low whistle as she opened the door.
