"I dunno, think it's too much?" she asked, turning her head this way and that as she inspected her new hair color in the mirror.
"Well, it's bold... but if anyone can rock it, you sure can!", I answered truthfully. She always wanted my opinion, even though sometimes my choices were a bit, um, stronger than hers.
"Y'know..." she tilted her head one more time - and just then the light caught her exactly right. Suddenly it she appeared to shimmer - and I could imagine her high upon a enormous stage, glowing beneath a single spotlight, her rapt audience suspended in a single collective intake of breath.
"I think you may be right."
Then she looked at me, waited a beat - and laughed in that way that she does.