Her mother, Celeste, had been a seamstress. Not a famous one—not a Mahogany —but she had dreams. She used to hum that song while cutting patterns on the floor of their small kitchen. “Do you know where you’re going to?” Diana’s voice would float from a crackling cassette player as Celeste pinned silk against a mannequin. “One day,” Celeste would whisper, “I’ll have a shop. On State Street. Big windows.”

The download bar crawled. 10%... 40%... 70%... Then— ding.

Do you know where you’re going to?

Her cursor hovered over a blinking text box. In the search bar, she typed slowly: “Diana Ross – Theme From Mahogany Mp3 Download.”

She didn’t have an answer. But for three minutes and forty-five seconds, she didn’t need one. The song understood. The song remembered.