In Odette's opinion, red was her color. It complemented her dark hair so well, too. Nevertheless, blue had always been her family's color...considering it matched all their eyes and her mother had been obsessed with sapphires. She had then married someone with blue eyes of his own and...had children with blue eyes. It was kind of hard-wired into them. She bit down on her lower lip when Laurent emerged with her nightgown. Her first instinct was to scream internally but, admittedly, she was too amused to be truly mad at Laurent. He was probably the one person in the entire world that could pull it off. Liev would have torn her nightgown if he tried...and he never would because Liev simply wasn't the type. She pressed her fingers against her lips as she simply stared as Laurent came around to come to bed.
"Silk isn't stretchable," she whined and pouted at her nightgown. It wouldn't shrink back to her size and it was officially unwearable. "That, my dear, will have to be replaced," she ended that sentence with a laugh, though, as she buried her face in a fistful of blanket. No one would miss it. She hadn't worn it in a while and probably would have ended up in her to-toss pile anyway. On the bright side, if Liev did somehow end up breaking into the room, he'd never assume there had been anything but sleeping going on. After all, Laurent was in her nightgown. Still...silk didn't stretch. "You look lovely...almost like Tim Curry in his movie with the pearls." Odette didn't pay much attention to movies, but she did pay attention to fashion trends and his outfits in the movie had inspired decades of transvestites and cross-dressers. She'd noticed.