Viella looked at the mirror as three seamstresses adjusted the dress Caspian had ordered for her. A surprisingly beautiful beige dress with sewn-in pearls and a flowing skirt. In it, she looked like the goddess of the ocean.
At least, that was what one of the seamstresses had said, with a needle in her mouth, happily creating an hourglass shape around her waist and pushing her breasts to a provoking pile.
Viella didn't even know she had that much volume until she saw them. And she had protested, knowing well she would walk right next to one of the princes; being so provocative wouldn't be a good look for her nor the prince.
But one of them had insisted that a woman's beauty can simply be suggested and that, with the last final touch, the silk jacket that covered her to her neck would cover everything a man would wish they could see.
Which Viella had been grateful for.
