To sustain her being in love, she often worked at herself in the mirror, guessing at the colors and shapes that would interest him, changing them frequently in order to hit on the right combination. She wanted him to look back.

How strange, isn't it? I think all girls can relate to this. Girls and women.

If he doesn't look back, he doesn't look back. If he does look back, what you wear doesn't even matter. Or was it what you wore that first induced him to look back, and then eventually to look beyond the colours and shapes?