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“DARLING, OVER HERE!”
Limping out of the international customs arrival area at the Dublin airport, Fianna turned in the direction of her aunt’s voice and waved. She missed Davina and couldn’t wait to show her the new designs.
Davina wore a flowing blouse of deep purple over her slender frame, and her stylish, wavy platinum hair stood out in the crowd. Her aunt towered above everyone. Fianna grinned to herself. She must be wearing platform shoes, she thought. Maybe she could still talk her aunt into walking the runway.
A woman with gray, blunt-cut hair in a brown tweed jacket stood next to her aunt. Fianna’s heart sank at the expression of disapproval on her mother’s face. Her eyes were glued to Fianna’s bare shoulder. She hadn’t even said hello, and already Mary Margaret Fitzgerald h
