A Bride For The Viscount by Sara Freeze

Author:Sara Freeze
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: 0
Published: 2017-01-10T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“There is nothing quite so exhilarating as selecting one’s dress for a ball,” Lady Holt said, flitting around the room and directing the maids to lay out a selection of dresses for Ariadne to view. Lady Holt had been horrified when Ariadne had finally confessed she didn’t have a ball gown and had immediately insisted on loaning her a gown.

Ariadne looked at the shimmering array of rainbow-colored dresses the maids had set out and shook her head, feeling just the tiniest bit of regret as she did. “I appreciate your thoughtfulness, my lady, I truly do. However, a caterpillar shouldn’t have to fit herself into a dress designed for a butterfly.”

“Nonsense, my dear. A butterfly is nothing without its colorful trappings. The right dress can make any woman into the grandest of ladies.”

Ariadne surveyed the colorful confection of dresses once more. Her gaze reluctantly settled on a frothy pink lace dress on one side and a shimmery purple satin on the other; they somehow seemed less glamorous and glittering than the others.

A knock at the door interrupted Ariadne’s musings. She traced a hand over the slippery satin of the purple gown as the maid handled the visitor.

“A fine selection, my dear. I’ve always simply adored satin; such a lovely fabric, and it does wonders for one’s curves.”

Her angular body barely had one curve, but Ariadne just directed a polite smile at Lady Holt as she resigned herself to her fate of wearing a dress better suited for a woman much more effervescent than herself.

“Beggin’ your pardon, my lady, but Lord Holt has requested for Miss Alton to wear this dress.” The freckled maid held up a dove gray crepe dress over white sarsnet. The fitted elbow-length sleeves and simple lace details appealed to Ariadne’s sense of simplicity. She noted with a small sigh of relief that the bodice was more modest than was fashionable.

She had never care to please a man before, but as she slipped into the dress, she couldn’t help but imagine how James would react to her selection. Lady Holt and the maids cooed in delight as they viewed her selection.

“Marvelous, my dear.” Lady Holt clapped her hands. “Who could have known my son would have such a talent for understanding women’s dress? He must have stopped in at Mr. Martin’s shop during his trip to town two days ago.” She sent Ariadne a sly look. “He must have an excellent sense of your measurements; we will only need to alter it slightly. Look how the color complements your lovely skin; your eyes look even more violet.” She gestured to the seamstress to approach. “Just a few nips and tucks, and you will have the perfect gown for your betrothal ball.” She winked at Ariadne. “Now, as willing as I am to concede in your choice of dress, I hope you will take my advice regarding your dancing shoes. The future Lady Holt, even if she is a caterpillar, must have a splendid pair of shoes as my son whirls her around the ballroom.

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