I didn't recognize Francesca when I spotted her outside the Prada show. Her deeper blond hair, pulled back in a ponytail, completely threw me off. She was really patient while I stared blankly at her, trying to place her face with a signature style. I feel like she held my hand the entire time, even though no actual hand holding took place.
By the next day, she had let a little bang hang free and the fog that had gathered in my head (the extra fog, it gets pretty foggy up there) finally dissipated.
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