Jessica’s grin, while being more wide than sublime, is still quite enigmatic, as it won’t let on by what it is provoked.
Somebody may be talking about the latest epidemic or a death in the family – Jessica puts on her distracted grin.
Today I find her on her bed – naked in a jumble of clothes.
No trace of that patented grin, just something like worry.
“What’s wrong, dear?”
“Wrong? Oh! – Don’t know what to wear!”
“I like you this way.”
“Which way? – Oh, that way!”
A slight blush, and the patented grin is back…
– James Steerforth (© 2011)
Intended as a light summery scene with ingredients from 3WW (jumble, naked, grin).