The Shadowed Heart. Nina Beaumont

came running like well-trained soldiers, carrying the gown and the necessary accoutrements.

      Chiara took one look at the gown of yellow silk, the hoop and corset and stepped back. “No.”

      “You’re right.” The dressmaker gave her an approving nod. “Yellow makes you look sallow. The blue one.”

      The yellow silk was exchanged for pale blue satin.

      “No,” Chiara said.

      “Why not?” The dressmaker frowned. “The blue suits you to perfection.” She held up the gown to Chiara.