When Ishaan saw her the next morning she took his breath away. She’d done her hair up in a fall of curling ringlets like falling silver and her gown was tightly fitted to her until it flared out around her knees in a mermaid’s tail. It was open at the chest, showcasing a deep blue gem that seemed to be embedded in the skin of her chest. It was oval and glimmered in the light that came from the overhead bulbs and he wondered how it stayed where it was without a chain. It couldn’t really ...