Pink Was Never My Color

Summary

As the Fairchild heiress, I’ve always despised the color pink.

So when I returned home after three years of studying abroad, the sight that greeted me was jarring. The walls and carpets of my fiancé's townhouse were drowning in an offensive shade of flamingo pink. Even our Russian Blue, Sterling, had a ridiculous pink bow tied around his neck.

Confused, I called Nicholas. He casually explained that his sister had complained the decor was dated, so he’d had it redone last month.