Lila doesn’t have color.
Everyone else in the world communicates their feelings through skin hues. A lonely person exudes teal; someone in a playful mood radiates gold; lavender conveys relaxation; red precedes a fight. But no one’s seen a colorless before.
Strangers shrink away from Lila in horror; classmates either hassle or shun her. No one tries to know her, except Liam. But once high school is over, she’s on her own.
Is she doomed to a life alone? Or is it possible for someone like Lila to find love?
