Eagerness and resolution flickered in Valerie's eyes in the dimness as she looked down at Phillip de Lara, her soon-to-be husband. Her hands, which had ceased from moving, still lingering on the ribbon of her robe as her mind wandered, digging for courage to eliminate worry and elevate her spirit to reach for her goal, resumed their rhythm.
When the knot of the robe was untied, thin, single straps of her nightgown that hung on her fair, smooth shoulders were exposed in the blend of the night.
Her hands kept moving, pulling opened the collar of the robe. Slowly, she let it slip down her shoulders to her arms before it fell and was piled on the floor beneath her feet.
The deep cleavage of her ample bosoms that were clumsily hidden beneath the low neckline of her nightgown was clearly seen in the lack of light in the room. A beauty mark adorned the swell of her right bosom.
