Pauline twirled in front of the mirror, hands on her hips, examining the way the deep blue fabric of her dress caught the light. She pursed her lips. "Too much?"
Kazi—currently Pavvo—sat in an armchair nearby, arms crossed, watching her with grave seriousness.
"No," he said after a long pause. "Colours don't match. Your hair is too black."
Pauline laughed. "Okay, Mr. Colour Theory. What colour should I wear then?"
"A light pink shade," Kazi said. "That will work better with your eyes and hair."
"Got it!" She ducked back into the fitting room. This had become their routine. A lazy afternoon, a dress shop she wanted to browse, and Kazi tagging along because she asked—and because he didn't have a valid excuse to say no.
Pauline tried on another dress, a softer lilac color with ruffled sleeves, stepping out and doing a little spin. "What about this?"
