"...Here, isn't this lovely?" She was holding up a blouse, still on its hanger, for my inspection. A tremor of fright ran through me, because I knew what she was about to do. The b.ouse was pristine white with a 'V' neck and small pearl buttons down the front. It had rectangular lace inserts down the front on either side and long, sort of blousing chiffon sleeves, with heavy white silk cuffs.
"That's lovely!"n I said with a dry mouth and I forced myself to feel the chiffon sleeves between my fingers. Then, with a forced laugh, I added, "You'll look lovely in it. You seem to have a thing for those chiffon sleeves."