The Color Of His Love...

She worried about her red nail polish which had chipped while opening the can of diet coke. Her nails gleamed brightly matching the cherry tomatoes in her low cal salad. But her mood wasn't as bright as she stared at the guy her parents had chosen for her, a perfect astrological match, heir to millions.
She had found the love of her life early in her 20's, perfect in every way except that he earned less than her father; way less. She had been told ever since that marriages were not built on infatuations and fantasies of romance but on solid foundations of financial stability and equal status. She had given in eventually after all her parents had always thought the best for her and break ups happened around her everyday.
But right now listening to the strange voice she yearned for something more familiar. And mostly she hoped her parents were right and the color of his love would fade away like the color of her nails. And she would be find a new way to repaint them with new colors.