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She posted a single image later that night: the photo Leo had taken that morning. The caption read:

Within minutes, the comments flooded in. Not just “beautiful,” but “inspiring.” “Real.” “I wore my dad’s old sweater today because of you.”

“The magic isn’t in the price tag,” she whispered to her reflection, adjusting a chunky gold pendant. “It’s in the intention .”

The city was her second closet. As she walked to meet her friend Mia, the autumn wind caught the ends of her hair. A street photographer she knew, Leo, jogged backward in front of her.