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Katherine's eyes shone as she glanced back at her father and she smirked slightly. Another great example of predictability. A few months ago his words would have pierced into her insecurities, slashed them open and let them leak. But there were barely any left. She did not even feel insulted anymore.

For her, clothes did not matter. It was the mind and the attitude that did. Nonetheless, she averted her eyes as if in thought. "But they are my favourite rags..." she said with a smirk, looking back up at him. "Oh well, I'll give it a go." She let the smirk fade to a smile and bowed her head shortly. "Thank you, father."

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