Reposted because I'm a moron and accidentally deleted it.
All the usual disclaimers apply: I don't own Castle, never will, and certainly have no chance of ever profiting from it.
Blue
The moment that she first sees the dress, she knows it's the one. Herve Leger, cut down to there, and the color that his eyes take on just as the sun starts to set. Eager hands carry it to the dressing room, slip it over her head, and smooth the material snugly over her hips. Her reflection looks on approvingly as she examines herself carefully from all angles. Finally, she nods, changes back into her clothes, and heads for the register. She doesn't bother looking at the price tag. Some things are worth having in your life at any cost.