"Light grey trousers, Sapphire Blue cashmere sweater. Charcoal accessories, not black." Her voice echoed back down the hallway at him. She’s already made it to her bedroom by the time he’s caught up with her. He slips his arm around her waist right as she stumbles on the skirt she’s trying to step out of. She’d thank him, but it was his fault it was all scrunched up, to begin with. He steadies her as she readjusts her stance.