Camellia (2)

Eleonora could imagine the color of the petals of a blooming camellia. Pink. I don't think that color was in her dress room yet either. However, was it okay for Andrew to wear that color. 

"Are you sure you like that color? I mean it's rarely worn by men." Eleonora asked carefully so that Andrew wouldn't take offense. 

Andrew smiled, contrary to what Eleonora had expected. "Do you think I don't suit pink at all?" 

"That's not it!" Eleonora immediately exclaimed at that. 

And Andrew couldn't help but laugh with his crisp voice now. He seemed to be very amused by Eleonora's pouting face. 

"You really like teasing me, don't you?" Eleonora told his. "I just feel like you won't like it later. And I'm a girl who doesn't mind if my partner looks cuter with soft colors!" Eleonora smacked her left shoulder in reassurance.