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It took about fifteen minutes for Cady to realize she might struggle to win this particular war.
The sound of voices reached her when she walked towards the kitchen and she brushed her hands over her Capris nervously, smoothing the white linen material. She hadn't changed, deciding if she was being forced into this, Meredith's friends would have to accept her exactly the way she was. Her personal style had developed long ago, and she wouldn't change to conform to Garrison's standards.
Cady had loved the fashions of the forties and fifties ever since she'd been old enough to take an interest in clothing. She's obsessed over information on the internet, borrowing books from the library to feed her passion and watching old movies until she was old enough to make her own clothes. She love
