delicately beaded gown to shame. Hers had a tight

bodice, with a flounce of fluted ruffles to cover a little

of her upper arms, displaying her shoulders to

advantage and creating a magnificent frame for her

creamy, swelling breasts. The red gown was cut very

low. The skirt was a masterpiece of ruffles, caught

with white silk flowers rain-dropped with iridescent

crystals. A few of these white silk blossoms were

tucked in her upswept hair, duplicating something

Scarlett O'Hara might have liked.

"Where's everybody?" she asked, looking

around, her radiant expression fading. "I waited and

waited to hear the music playing, then sort of dozed

off, thinking when I woke that I was missing out on

all the fun."

She paused and glanced around before a look of dismay flooded her expression. "Don't tell me nobody's going to come! I just can't stand another disappointment!" Dramatically she threw her hands

about.

"No one has as yet arrived, Miss," said Trevor

tactfully. "They must have lost their way, and I must

say you look a dream of loveliness, as does your

mother . "

"Thank you," she said, floating his way and

brushing his cheek with a daughterly kiss. "You look

very distinguished yourself." She dashed past Bart's

look of astonishment and ran to the piano. "Please,

may I?" she asked a young, good-looking musician

who seemed delighted to have something happening,

at last.

Cindy sat down beside him, put her hands on

the keys, threw back her head and began to sing: "Oh,

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