Chapter 74 Part of everything~KatherineThe kids were upstairs, sprawled on the carpet of the playroom with their toys, and the house was unusually quiet. I sat at the dining table with a sketchpad, flipping through rough pencil drawings I’d made over the years. Dresses, coats, suits, even little children’s outfits. Some were half-done, others carefully shaded with color.Fashion had always been mine. When I was younger, before everything got complicated, before Alexander and Italy and three little souls calling me “mama,” I would sew pieces by hand. Sometimes out of scraps, sometimes from fabric stolen from Marie.That old woman had helped me a lot. Not willingly though, but I could recall those times I'd steal her apples and oranges to survive from starvation.It was survival then. But my love for fashion was a passion.Now, staring at those drawings, it felt like a dream I had locked away too long.I had been worki
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