"I think you look amazing," Wren told her with a genuine smile on his lips as his gaze traveled from her feet up to her face.
Diana instinctively clutched the fabric of her skirt with her knuckles whitening slightly.
She could feel his eyes roaming over her body, and the heat of his stare made her chest feel incredibly warm.
A deep, rosy blush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks. "D-do you really think so?"
"I do…" Wren said, though his eyes lingered on the bodice. "Though, doesn't the chest feel a bit tight?"
Diana blinked, momentarily snapped out of her flustered state, and looked down at herself.
The rich crimson fabric was stretched taut over her generous curves, her breasts were pushed upward by the structured tailoring but she didn't feel constricted.
"Tight?" she asked, adjusting the neckline slightly. "It... well, they are pushed together quite a bit, but it's fine. I actually feel very comfortable in this."
