"TXT - Nora Roberts - Dream 03 - Finding The Dream" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Nora)

This was the room of her childhood, she thought, of her youth and of her
heart. As Templeton House was the home of her heart. Though she knew she
would never love any place as much, she was prepared, even eager to
build a new home with the man she loved.

At last, she turned and looked at herself in the cheval glass. And
smiled. She'd been right about the dress, she decided. Simple, clean
lines suited her small frame. The scoop neckline, the long, tapered
sleeves, the straight column that skimmed down to flirt with her
ankles--the effect was classic, dignified, and perfect for a woman who
met Peter Ridgeway's standards.

She might have preferred that her hair be straight and flowing, but
since it insisted on curling frivolously, she'd swept it up. It added
maturity, she thought.

She would never be bold and sexy like Margo, or casually intriguing like
Kate. So she would settle for mature and dignified. After all, those
were qualities that Peter found appealing.

She so badly wanted to be perfect for him. Tonight--especially tonight.

Reverently she picked up the earrings that had been her parents'
birthday gift. The diamonds and sapphires winked flirtatiously back at
her. She was smiling at them when her door burst open.

"I am not putting that crap all over my face." Flushed and flustered,
Kate continued her argument with Margo as both of them strode inside.
"You have enough on yours for both of us."

"You said Laura would be the judge," Margo reminded her, then stopped.
With an expert's eye she studied her friend. "You look fabulous.
Dignified sex."

"Really? Are you sure?'' The idea of being sexy was so thrilling, Laura
turned back to the mirror. All she saw was herself, a small young woman
with anxious gray eyes and hair that wouldn't quite stay in place.

"Absolutely. Every guy at the party is going to want you, and be afraid
to ask."

Kate snorted and plopped onto Laura's bed. "They won't be afraid to ask
you, pal. You're a prime example of truth in advertising."

Margo merely smirked and ran a hand over her hip. The lipstick-red dress
dipped teasingly low at the bodice and clung to every generous curve.
"If you've got it--which you don't--flaunt it. Which is why you need the
blusher, the eye shadow, the mascara, the--"