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Isabelle rarely accepted thanks. But the docent’s face was so hopeful, so full of that pure, uncynical love for clothing that had once been her own reason for waking.

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She walked past the first vitrine. Inside, a mannequin wore a jacket from her very first collection, “The Grammar of Grief.” It was made of black paper felt, stitched with threads of storm-gray silk. The lapels were deliberately misaligned. A critic had once called it “the garment of a woman who has decided to stop apologizing for her own geometry.” Isabelle rarely accepted thanks