She could hear the laughter before she reached the door.

Inside the orange-and-white-striped building, a gathering of fashion lovers was already underway—beautiful clothes, lively conversations, and the promise of meeting someone with a story to tell.

She paused to settle the little colorblock bag at her hip. Navy Ralph Lauren heels, blonde hair brushing her shoulder, and an ivory Lacoste tennis dress with red-and-navy trim. A piece from the 1970s, finding its way into her plans today.

“Where did you find that dress?” someone asked at the entrance.

She smiled. That was always her favorite conversation.

Once loved, never forgotten.