Chestnut hair drifted around her face in the gentle rooftop wind, soft strands catching the last gold of sunset until they glowed as if lit from within. A few wayward locks brushed her bare shoulders, drawing the eye to the elegant column of her throat and the delicate hollows above her collarbones.
Her dress was long, exquisitely elegant, and black with a midnight-blue undertone that deepened and shimmered beneath the evening light.
Strapless, it curved across her chest in a graceful, heart-shaped neckline that framed and lifted the full, enticing swell of her breasts, the fabric hugging their generous curves with quiet intimacy — not overt, yet undeniably sensual, as though the dress itself had been cut to worship the soft weight and shape of them.
It clung to the narrow cinch of her waist before flowing smoothly over the gentle flare of her hips, the cut celebrating every line of her body with sophisticated restraint.
