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At the very bottom of the reservation list, there was a familiar name. Guest. Consultation type: 'First consultation, 6 months before the ceremony.' I told myself it must be someone else with the same name. I took a sip of my coffee, trying to dismiss the thought. It wasn't a common name, but the world is full of coincidences. Then, my eyes drifted to the last four digits of the contact number, and I set the cup down. It was the number I had practically memorized every single day back in high school. Even though I had never once dared to call it. The door to the consultation room opened exactly on the hour. She stood in the doorway and smiled at me. Her hair was long and straight, and she held a handbag in her hand. For a moment, I wondered if this was really the same girl who used to fold her school skirt ten years ago, but the way one eye closed slightly before the other when she smiled was exactly the same. It felt a bit unfair that I was the only one who still remembered her in such vivid detail.