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Her hand stopped. It wasn't the bold reds or the delicate laces that caught her eye, but a single, cream-colored satin shirt. The material rippled like moonlight on still water. She pulled it out. The label inside was handwritten, faded: Chloé, 1978.

The woman laughed. "Best kind of find."

"You've changed," David said finally, a hint of old irritation in his voice. "You used to care what I thought." women satin shirt

"Elara?" he said, surprised. "You look… different." Her hand stopped

She felt… different. Lighter. Bolder.