Chapter Eight
Laney wore white in contrast to the tawny brown of her complexion. Sandra was dressed in a cerulean blue that matched the blue of her eyes. And wearing metallic gold, Elise looked like a warm confection with the waves of her brown hair falling about her shoulders in a soft cascade.
The ball gowns were of an Eighteenth Century style, from the more decadent moments of that era—and with notable exceptions to accommodate the spirit of the present event. The ruffled sleeves of these fine dresses were off the shoulders, accenting the neckline, while the bodices plunged so low that the slaves’ breasts were fully exposed. All three looked more generously endowed than they naturally were with the corseted waists pushing their round orbs into fantastic cleavages. Poor Sandra looked
