Epilogue
Mikki, Twenty-six days later, The Colony garden
The dress was white. White to symbolize that I was prepared to be “painted” the color of my husband’s family. If my grandmother had still been alive, she would have been disappointed that I did not wear a traditional shiromuku, the old-fashioned Shinto marriage kimono. I was born and raised in Hawaii, though, and my parents were fluid in their beliefs.
It was odd that the symbolism of adopting a mate’s colors was practiced on Prillon Prime as well. Two worlds, literally, but that one tradition was the same. I’d told Surnen the very day I met him that I would not wear gray, his family color. Looking back, it had been an ignorant thing to say. I’d been ruthless and laser focused in what I’d expected of a match. It had been all about
