She was wearing a frothy white and silver creation. The fabric followed the contours of her slim body before sweeping out into multiple layers, some sheer, some not. They lay in waves which parted on one side to reveal an underskirt that peeked out from underneath and more calmly reached the floor. The bodice, strapless and fitted, nipped in at her waist. The uneven neckline was trimmed with silver as were the edges of her skirts. Threads of silver flecked the white silk that was stitched with tiny pearls at random. Peter’s inability to articulate anything intelligent might have had something to do with Diana’s bare shoulders. She had lovely shoulders.
From Exposed, Book 5 in the Diana Hunter Mystery Series