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A Girl Named Hope: Chapter Two: The Colour of Her Hair

George wasn't sure why exactly he liked the colour of her hair so much, but he did.

It wasn't the ginger that he or any of his siblings or parents shared; it was a dark, deep crimson that could have blended in with roses.

Of course, she could change the colour of her hair and the colour of the eyes to whatever she wanted, George had seen her do it a few times, but they always returned to the same colours.

Bright, curious green for her eyes.

Deep, dark red for her hair.

At first he had thought that it was because she wanted to look like her mother, because she had once mentioned off to the side that she had her mother's colouring.

But then when he mentioned it a second time, her cheeks had flushed slightly with embarrassment.

"Someone told me they liked the colour," was all she said on the matter.

It took him less than five seconds to remember that it had been him that had said that in reference to the red.

And he couldn't help the smile that formed on his face in return.