He back flipped over the railing and lands firmly on his feet in front of me. A black hood shrouds his face, but I've seen him before. He's been haunting my dreams ever since the accident. "Don't be afraid Gracelynn. I'm not here to hurt you." I recognize that voice. I pull back his hood before he can stop me, but he turns around so I can't see his face. "Stop hiding. Show yourself." I demand.
YELLOW SATIN EVENING GOWN, 1930s : Slinky trained gown, sleeveless, a-symmetrical neckline, very low cut back w/ floating fur trimmed panel, self fabric belt, W unbelted 30", H 40", L 64"-85", (soiling at hem line on train) excellent. Augusta Auctions