As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.

She considered herself unconventional.

She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.

They were all dressed in their finest as though life really were some magical stage play in which every moment ought to be illuminated with its own bright spotlight.