another. “Anyway, the moment I came out of mourning for Edward, I burned all my black dresses, and ordered a new trousseau in all the brightest colors of the spectrum imaginable. I wear them at my leisure, to remind myself that for all the gray in the London sky, there’s always color to be found. A smile to give. A kindness to share. A sunny day to look forward to. Or at the very least … a bright dress to wear. You see, Cole, if I cannot find that color, if there is no bright spot, then I must become one.”
