Charlotte arrived in a dress of deep, rich plum-purple embroidered with hundreds of tiny, silvery blossoms. Around her shoulders, she wore a light lace shawl dyed the color of ripe raspberries that cascaded past a daring valley of pale, creamy cleavage before the tips of the shawl tickled Charlotte's broad hips.
To Adala, Charlotte always looked lovely, and the slightly crooked smile on her plum colored lips combined with the pale pink blush on her cheeks and the twinkle in her hazel eyes to create a vision that would have melted Adala's heart on the coldest of days. But the way she'd dressed up tonight sent a different kind of thrill through Adala's heart as she let herself imagine, just for a moment, that this night meant as much to Charlotte as it did to her.
