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The Agreement

The store still stood stubbornly after all these years with the rapid development thrusting upon this delicate corner of the small province. The changes that city initially was so hesitant to accept did almost nothing to the minute clothing store. The mood somehow shifted towards a much-forced modernity, despite the display persistently styled with a mannequin looking ever so haughty and a couple of moldy vintage-y furniture.

The owner continued to be behind the neatly arranged counter with an amalgamation of one-of-a-kind vintage jewelry, greeting his beloved clientele who paid the patronage because of word of mouth. The most fashionable crowd still flocked to this tiny boutique, carrying with them a love for fashion and a penchant for the thrill of hunting that oh-so-unique item. The crowd changed so much. Oh so at least, as Whitney had noticed when she first waltzed through the mahogany-framed glass door. The crowd actually included some teenagers now, acting so hoity-toity, confident that they had virtually limitless credit cards and got their style tips from their perpetual subscriptions of Vogue and Elle.

Whitney was like that once. And by that, it meant that Whitney was once a teenager with a fascination for fashion and all things that defined the city life. She was a girl from a small town, from a family doing just well enough for their little girl to receive the best education the country can offer. She was never the one that aspired to dress nice. She was never the one th