After what happened with Charity Macy can't wear white. She breaks the color with patters, flowers most of the time and as long as she doesn't look at herself in the mirror she manages just fine. She can't see herself dressed in white, it's a shame really she used to like the color, she used to imagine herself getting married in a big white dress, now she can't even stand looking at white bed sheets.

Harry seems to be favoring plain white cotton ones, his drawers are filled with perfectly ironed and folded ones, as she was helping him pack his condo she felt like screaming. "Why do you need so many white sheets?" she asks under her breath.

"For sleeping" he says, she turns and sees him smirking a little, these days it seems almost as if he can read her mind, he made almost a habit of appearing every time his name was said, so much so that Maggie started referring to him as 'Meghan Markle' again but for Macy that didn't seem to work, sometimes she had as much as to think his name or even of him and he would appear next to her not a minute later. Maggie is sure that it's because of everything that happened with Fiona, Charity and the source that makes his already overprotective and jumpy nature work overtime.

She feels his hand on her shoulder and tenses, her sisters are packing the kitchen and living room, they didn't know, no one did, both deciding to figure out what was it that they had before they actually told them what they were. "Mel and Maggie are in the next room." she tells him warningly before she turns to face him, he looks concerned, "And we should be packing your dresser." He is close, almost dizzyingly close, "I know" he says, she sees him throwing a look to the door, half open overlooking the living room, Maggie's soft humming is heard through the door, he leans down and places a quick kiss on her forehead. "Although I can see that I might need some variety." He says taking a look at the drawer Macy was packing. He takes most of the sheets and puts them in the donate pile on the bed.

Macy despises the color white and slowly, Maggie's white coat starts making fewer appearances in the rotation, Mel's white tank tops don't show up in the laundry that often, and even Harry's white undershirts disappear as he starts wearing black ones or skipping them all together. She wonders if she'll be able to look at the color white for what it used to represent, purity, peace, cleanness and not as the color of betrayal, oppression and gas lighting. Charity took so many things from them, the elders assisted in their own twisted ways as well.

Every time she sees Harry putting on a white shirt she's reminded of them, of Charity's hands on his back, of him cruelly punished in a slow but all too quick death for wanting a relationship, of her mother, dead, her body broken from the fall caused by a woman she thought was friend. Of Elder Bari using her demonic side to find out what happened to her mother not knowing how deeper into darkness that would pull her, not caring either, she's reminded of last Christmas, Harry falling into a bottomless pit, the fire was still burning her face every time she passed by the point he had vanished and then him walking out of the gate in Dante's shop, Maggie barely able to hold him uptight, his face ashen, his white shirt stained, dirty, stains of blood, his blood on the sleeves, she's reminded of Charity coming to their home, pretending to help but only pushing Harry deeper into a spiral of depression. Eventually his white shirts join hers in the back of their closet, out of sight out of mind.

She told herself she would move on, that one day she would reclaim the color white, that she would one day walk down the aisle with a white dress, just like she was dreaming when she was younger.

When she tries her first dress, the white is blinding, she feels her throat closing, breath shortening, Mel is the first to realize what's going on, "It's hideous!" she says quickly ushering back in the fitting room, she's glad her sister is there, she quickly undoes the buttons and lets the white fabric fall to the ground, "We'll find another." She says. Macy wants to believe her but she can't in the end it wasn't the dress itself it was the color white.