Willow: a Novel (No Series)
“cried Daphne, taking in the rich, wine-colored velvet Willow was holding up. “The neckline is too low and—”Willow smiled at her friend’s alarm. The bodice was rather revealing and was trimmed with a sprinkling of glistening, diamondlike crystals, as was the hem. “I think it’s a beautiful gown,” she said stubbornly.“It is,” conceded Daphne, sounding slightly choked. “And if you were Dove Triskadden, that dress would be perfect but . . .”Willow lifted her chin and turned back to the dress-shop mirror, assessing the lush dress again. The deep burgundy shade of the velvet gave color to her fair complexion, accented the gold of her eyes, turned her hair to spun silk. “I like it,” she said decisively.“Willow, everyone else will be wearing calico and cambric!”“I don’t care what everyone else wears. And I’m tired of dressing like a mouse just so the townswomen will approve of me. So far, that strategy hasn’t worked, anyway; I’m still Steven Gallagher’s sister and my mother’s illegitimate daug...hter!”Daphne gnawed at her lower lip, still uncertain.MoreLess
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