Stephanie Laurens - Regency 01 by The Reasons For Marriage

Author:The Reasons For Marriage [Marriage, The Reasons For]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-12-03T09:48:28+00:00

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Taking this to mean Madame had found that elusive something in her, Lenore felt some of her tension evaporate.

Abruptly, Madame clapped her hands. To Lenore's surprise, a young girl put her head around one of the wall-hangings. A torrent of orders delivered in staccato French greeted her. With a mute nod, the girl disappeared. A bare minute later, the wall-hanging was pushed aside to admit a procession of six girls, each carrying a semi-completed outfit.

Under Madame's supervision, Lenore tried on the garments. Madame fitted them expertly, extolling the virtues of each and the use to which she expected each to be put, gesticulating freely to embellish her words. The ground was littered with pins but her advice could not be faulted. Agatha sat regally on one of the chairs, actively interested in all that went on.

It was not until she was trying on the third outfit, a delicate amber morning gown, that the truth dawned on Lenore. She was unusually tall and slender yet the dresses needed only marginal adjustments. Her head came up; she stiffened.

"Be still, m'moiselle," hissed Madame Lafarge from behind her.

Lenore obeyed but immediately asked, "For whom were these dresses made, Madame?"

Lafarge peered around to stare up at her face. "Why for you, Miss Lester."

Lenore returned her stare, recalling that Madame had not even bothered to take her measurements.

"But...how?"

Lafarge's black eyes blinked up at her. "Monsieur le due gave me an..." Her hands came up to describe her meaning. "An understanding of your comportment and your taille, you understand? From that, I was able to fashion these. As you see, his memory was not greatly at fault."

A shiver travelled Lenore's spine but she was unsure of the emotion behind it. Agatha had been rightEversleigh was far too used to organising all as he wished. The idea that her wardrobe would bear the imprint of his hand, rather than hers, was far too much for her to swallow.

Parading before the glass and admiring the way the long amber skirts swirled about her, Lenore made up her mind. "I should like to see these other gowns you've made up."

Besides the three gowns she had already tried on, a green muslin walking dress, a teal carriage dress and the amber creation, Lafarge had made up three evening gowns. Trying on the first of these, Lenore felt a definite qualm. Studying her reflection, the way the fine silk clung to her body, emphasising her height, her slimness and the soft swell of her breasts, she wondered if she would ever have the courage to actually wear the gown. The neckline was cut low, barely avoiding the indecorous. Aside from the tiny puffed sleeves, her arms were entirely bare; she could already feel gooseflesh prickling her skin. The Page 97

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