Their Wife
My eyes lowered to my hands to find them shivering, pulling the sleeves of the sweater I wore to my knuckles, I shook my head.
“No...” my voice came out barely audible. Tobias eyed me.
“Oh...” she exclaimed. “Then how about pastel colours, peaches and cream or Sage and white? You know what, I think forest green shades will suit your vibe the best, Ms Morris....” The woman whose name I assumed to be Tina, drawled. My body stiffened. Forest green. Bold and deep. Fierce and beautiful. The colour should bring tranquillity but in an instance, I felt heat crawling up my neck.