“What color would you say that was?” Trent held up his thumb for Arthur to inspect.
The houseboy peered at it, wrinkling his nose. “Hmm… Is she blonde?”
“Yes, with a hint of strawberries and gold.”
Arthur nodded. “Sunny Citrus.”
“How do you know those things?”
Arthur shrugged. “It’s a gift. How do you manage to make a horrible mess just by walking in the door?”
“It’s a gift.” Trent dropped his mail on the dresser.
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