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“It’s honest,” Anna said. “It doesn’t pretend to be other than it is. It will suit someone who wants breathing room in their clothes, who keeps their hands out of their pockets because they like how sleeves fall.”

Anna smiled but did not answer right away. There were things she had rehearsed and then lost because the light had changed or her hands had thought of other words. “I wanted you to see it before the samples go back,” she said finally, nodding toward the small roll she had brought—the dress folded with the kind of care that is part professional habit, part superstition. “The fabric held up; the pleats kept their idea of themselves.”