The heavy, stifling cloak of guilt that had been suffocating Roxy for three days was entirely gone by the time she walked back into the master suite.
She closed the heavy mahogany doors and walked directly to the massive, carved wardrobe standing in the corner of the room. She bypassed the thick, shapeless Northern furs and the modest, heavy wool tunics she had been hiding inside.
Instead, she reached into the very back of the armoire, pulling out a dress she had sewn herself based on earth fashion.
It was a breathtaking gown made of liquid-smooth, emerald-green silk. It possessed a plunging neckline that left nothing to the imagination, and the fabric was expertly tailored to cling flawlessly to every single curve of her body, completely highlighting the soft, beautiful swell of her new pregnancy.
Roxy slipped the dress over her head. The silk cascaded down her thighs, the emerald color making her brilliant green eyes absolutely pop.
