<br/>Before she’d began dressing she had knocked on her husband’s door but there was no answer.  So when she heard his voice a smile appeared instantly.  It had a slightly mischievous twinge in the corner.  “Edwin?  Come in dear, I could use a hand.”  Certainly, she could call a maid to assist her with dressing, but as with many things, she preferred to do things for herself.<br/><br/>Dressed just to her elaborate undergarments still, she wouldn’t mind seeing if her husband might respond to seeing her like this, before the dress was on.  The excuse that she needed assistance in doing it up the back was a decent one right?  Would he know it was simply a ruse to be half dressed with him in the room?  Wouldn’t it make the carriage ride that much more fun?  He’d have a picture in his mind all night of how she looked beneath the lovely gown.  Perhaps the anticipation would make for an interesting time.  Anticipation, imagination, expectation and eagerness…  A few knowing glances through the night…<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but strike a pose waiting for him to enter.  Looking to be busying herself with the final fasteners on the lacy corset.  Plenty of leg showing as well.  Cinderella was certain he loved her, but did he still find her attractive?  There were women who would throw themselves at him whether he was a prince or not.  He was one of the handsomest men.  To her, the sexiest most perfect one.  And she often felt guilty when he was home and she’d committed to something already.<br/>