I tried it on. It settled around my shoulders like memory—well-worn, as if borrowed from a version of myself that had already lived a dozen small triumphs. The fit changed the way I stood: shoulders back, chin just a fraction higher. Friends later would call it “magical”—flattery, but also literal. Conversations opened, strangers smiled. It wasn’t the top alone; it was what it asked me to be when I wore it: deliberate, curious, a little audacious.