"Don't you have any other clothes at home?"
Daniel's unexpected question caught Violet off guard. Her face turned grim, and her eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Mr. Daniel Collins?"
Daniel shrugged his shoulders as he leaned back against the couch. "The Eastons may not be treating you well. "How can you keep wearing the same dresses every day?"
"That's none of your business," Violet replied indifferently.
Daniel scoffed when he heard that. "As if I am interested. I was just wondering. Why so hyper?"
Violet sat there calmly, looking at him. Her eyes were screaming about her fearless nature. He took the notice and gave it a thought.
"White is a pure color, the color of love with purity. I think you are leading a widowhood. If you have to pick a color, why not go with black? Roaming ar
