[It wasn't the first time she'd heard it. Several people had said she was good for Marie. Red, included. He was the one who asked her to believe in Marie in the first place. And she had. And she still did. Even when he came to her with demands that she could not argue against him with.

Somehow it seemed ironic to hear it from Sonny, the brother of the boy who'd seemed so in need of her compassion and her kindnesses. All simply because it was within the whole embodiment of Voile to be that kind of individual. Rarely a thought for herself, yet every thought in the world for everyone else who wasn't her. At least when in the public eye.

When she thought about how she closed herself up and spent time alone, she realised she felt selfish in those times, for the only things she thought of were how things had fallen apart. The things she'd endured. How it was a 'big old sad' world for her.

She blinked when she seemed to come a little more to attention, which was about the time he started talking about her hair. Dipping her head, she lifted her hands to it and shifted it slightly, regardless of its weight and all.]

When Seth and I hosted the club and contest gathering, I had thought it seemed about the right time for a change. I guess I liked it so much and I felt like I'd reinvented myself that I just kept with it. I guess in a way, it makes me feel like I'm growing up a little and I'm not so 'young.'