Never as dewy and fresh as that wretch Cinderella, the sisters tried mightily to capture the attention of a prince or lord. They dressed in their best red finery and decorated themselves with a fan for the sake of modesty. For this was the last dance before they became too old to be considered a good catch!
All the girls at the dance chose to don red that evening in an effort to be stylish. Another color would be unfashionable. Nonconforming to good taste and sensibilities! Too brash. A girl in an unpredictable color cannot attract the attention of a quality suitor.
Oh, but pity the stepsisters.
They may fit into society in a manner Cinderella can only dream about. Cinderella is pale, but she does not live in the shadows like her step-sisters. She may be weaker and smaller now, but her grace and value is evident. She will make a lovely bride!
(I bought the pink Turk’s cap on a whim a few years ago. Because I am full of whimsy. Whimsy, people. Anyhow, it’s totally a slow grower. Not particularly fruitful, either. I like to eat the berries. The pink varietal isn’t a good producer. But it is a different color, which counts for something in my dry shade garden.)