Max stepped into Elle's room, where his mother was busy fixing a broken design on the wedding dress while Enny smoothed the hem across the bed. He stopped at the doorway, taking in the room with its yellow theme. From the window curtains to the bed drapes and bedsheets, everything was a bright, warm yellow, like captured sunshine.
Sunshine. He recalled how Elle had once said she loved the color because she wanted to live under the sun, to be outside beneath it for all the hours it stayed up in the sky. She wanted to feel its warmth on her skin, to exist where its light could always reach her. I want to ride with it, if that makes any sense, Angel, she used to say so passionately, her eyes bright whenever she spoke about it. That was why sunflowers had always been her favorite.
