That nightdress...
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Jean unfolded the tissue paper and looked again at the delicate silk. Since she bought the nightdress some weeks ago, she had done this several times, but she was still undecided. It was undoubtedly beautiful, but was it too much? Would he think it was too daring? On the other hand, if she couldn't wear it on their wedding night, then when could she?
She lifted it out of the package and held it up against herself. It fell softly to her knees. She couldn't help smiling. It had cost far too much money, but it was so lovely she had to buy it anyway. And she was slowly getting used to the idea of spending money on herself. Her new status would come with the means to dress better, if she chose.
In the palest shade of blush pink, it was not meant for a girl, but a grown woman. Cut on the bias in crepe de chine, it was designed to give confidence. Jean hoped it would work on her. The seamstress in her could admire the embroidery on the bodice, which gradually faded out near the hem, but in the end all she cared about was that she loved it, and she thought Lucien would too.
In fact, she suspected that it might not stay on for very long at all...