““You should be wearing green," she said. "To match your eyes." "In case you never noticed, my eyes are gray." "Never mind that," she said, once again waving my words away. "That brown washes out your skin tone." Why was she so concerned about my clothing choices? That was completely unlike her. "I like to look washed out," I said dryly. "Otherwise people are intimidated by my glorious beauty.””
