Prompt #32. Gown
He watched her walk through the door. Her black satin gown glittered in the golden candle light. He held his hand out to her.
"My love," Napoleon said. His eyes and hands traveled down the gown which showed every curve and feature of her body.
"Moya lybov" Jo replied. "Is something wrong with my dress?"
The smile on his face widened. "It is as perfect as you are." Then he turned serious. "Are you sure about this? Once we take this step there is no going back. Your brother may not approve."
She wrapped her arms around him in answer.
