Josephine was lost for words, barely in reality. This was all like a dream to her, a beautiful, yet daunting dream. But the best part was that it was all too real. She sighed as she felt the tightness of the bodice lessen, the fabric loose against her skin. A smile and a soft laugh arose into the air as Raoul unpinned her hair, letting all of it fall freely over her shoulders, surrounding them. Her lips parted the moment the kiss connected, she was becoming bolder and bolder with each passing moment. There was still a hint of holding back though, the side of her that was insecure and unsure of herself. But soon enough even that control would waver and bend.