"I think purple is your color, Foster."
Sophie wrung her hands in front of the mirror, studying her floor-length violet gown. Glancing backward at Keefe, she murmured, "I thought red was my color."
"It is."
"You know," she said, flattening the tulle below her waistline, "most people only have one color, per say."
Dropping a kiss on her head, Keefe said, "Most people aren't you.