Colour Blind [antikvár]

Ever since Rose could remember, she knew she was different. Her relatives, her teachers, her schoolmates, even her own mother, all made her aware of that. For Rose's father was of an alien race, and her perfect beauty bore unmistakable traces of her legacy from him. — Now Rose was deeply, desperately in love -- with a man who claimed not to care about the color of her skin. She tried to tell herself that she at last had found a haven from the viciousness of a narrow prejudiced world. Yet all the while she was steeling herself against the cruel disillusionment that was sure to come.