“Libby, you know them. They’re unwavering. They don’t change and they don’t accept change. What’s the use?”

OF course, Faigy Meyers was her very first customer.

“I’m actually not handling,” was all Faigy said for the first ten minutes as she made the rounds throughout the showroom.

Libby beamed. She’d put so much into this, and now she felt as proud as a new mom cradling her first.

Perched at her pretty white desk, she pretended to tap away on a laptop, but really, she was spying on Faigy, who was leaping around the room gleefully, rubbing fabrics between her fingers, checking linings, and poring over the size chart.

“Um, Libby?”

“Mm-hmm?” She took a minute to look up.

“I’ll take one of everything in both Raiza and Leah’s sizes.”

Libby nodded placidly, and walked over to the large storage closet in the hallway like she did this every day. But inside, her mind was fist pumping the air to the tune of, “We’re actually doing it!”

News spread quickly. Firstly, that Libby Frankel’s house was just as stunning as you’d imagine. And secondly, that The Find was fabulous and amazing and must be your first stop for spring, which was just around the corner.

She’d been disappointed not to make the Chanukah deadline, but as her trusty business consultant had pointed out, better to be everyone’s first stop for spring than their last for winter.