She was always a bit quiet, but her clothes had all the personality. They would say the things she simply couldn’t - she just hadn’t built up the courage. Every day when she walked in, I would look forward to seeing her face full of sadness and her clothing full of ferocity. Of course, I wanted to see her happy but her hats gave me joy. There was something about this girl that no one could quite understand. Her style had humor but you would never see her laugh.