Lately, Stephen's been having looking at Sarah directly. Her black school robes, so practical and plain, turn to glittering red strapless dresses as he watches. What little light there is, is caught within the tiny sequins that wink at him, teasing him.

Stephen blinks, and they're gone, and Sarah is simply Sarah again, beautiful and his.

But the longer he stares at her, the brighter the ghosts of the sequins shine.