Vérité, Tome 1 : L'Impitoyable Vérité

A rustle sounded, and then came a low, feminine purr of approval that made Maddie swallow hard.

“Oh my. Please thank Stuart. Now the dress…whose is it? Duchamp? Or someone else? If I’m to be catapulting some new designer into the stratosphere by wearing it, tell me it’s someone worthy at least.”

“You were right the first time. Véronique Duchamp.”

“Ah,” Elena said. “Perfection as always. All right. Good choice, not that she needs more publicity. But her dress will do nicely.”

“Excellent.” Perry took another step backwards and was now outside of the office. He reached forward, fingers wiggling. “I have to say, the flow from the bust is sublime.”

Maddie leaned far off her chair, desperate for a peek at the “sublime” bust in question. She lost her war on gravity, and, after a comical three seconds trying to stop herself from falling, her thud was both loud and humiliating. She scrambled to her knees.

“What on earth…?” Elena stepped out of her office, hands on hips, and pinned Maddie with a cool stare.

Maddie gazed up at the vision before her. The dress was…oh. Perry wasn’t wrong. It clung to every curve. It was gorgeous. Stunning. And the bust? Oh God. Wow. The garment’s cleavage went all the way down to Elena’s stomach, showing a tantalising triangle of smooth, flawless skin. Maddie could see the swell of bare breast from either side of the dress, and her mouth went dry. She slid her gaze higher and caught an incredulous look on Elena’s face.

“Um, hi?” Maddie pulled herself to her feet.

“Am I to take it from this dramatic display that you approve, too?” Elena asked.

Maddie blushed, lost for words. She nodded.