The silhouette was timeless: two thin straps that supported a sweetheart cleavag

The silhouette was timeless: two thin straps that supported a sweetheart cleavage that left my neck and most of my chest bare, the fitted waist and the skirt falling gracefully into a train, not enough to become heavy and allow me to move quickly if I had. The fabric of the dress, o come de it preta, would have been completely pure if it weren't for thousands of embroidered black sequins. The intricate pattern curved around and over my breasts, lining my ribs and hugging my hips, finally falling in individual spirals just below mid-thigh. They slid down the tulle-filled skirt like tongues of black flame., melting into nothing near the hem.