The black cloak did no wonders to her allure at all, but it didn't dim her sparkle. The hood covered half her beautiful face—the shape of her forehead, the glimmer of her brown eyes, and the bridge of her nose remained unseen by those who’d dare to stare in front of her. At least he had convinced her to paint her uncovered lips a sinful shade of red. At least the curve of her chin and the soft details of her jaw were still visible—if he were only right in front of her.