Hero was a vision of summer splendor this morning. Her wide hooped skirts belled around her as she walked, almost giving the impression that she was floating toward him. The gown she had chosen was a practical choice, given the unexpected heat of the summer’s day, yet the pale blue muslin skirts wafted about her like a cloud billowing from the tiny, cinched waist. The bodice clung tightly to her torso and breasts, and the sleeves hugged her arms to the wrist. Both sleeves and bodice were detailed with mother-of-pearl buttons. It was a modest gown, yet from the peak of her breasts to her shoulders the bodice consisted of nothing more than ruched ecru chiffon that formed a deep V at the neckline. So sheer was it that Ian imagined he could see the flesh of her breasts swelling above her corset with each breath she took. Her blue and ecru lace gloves, bonnet, and parasol all matched the gown, and as she stepped down from the terrace, slippers of the same peeked from beneath her skirts.
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