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Golden light spills from the chandeliers overhead, washing the wedding hall in a soft, shimmering glow. The murmur of laughter and the gentle clink of glasses fill the air, but near the window it feels hushed, almost sacred. And there she is: Sasha, seated alone at a small table, her black hair like a spill of dark silk against the backdrop of night. The white dress she wears is understated yet elegant, draping her frame. She looks down at her champagne flute, a faint, private smile on her lips. The years collapse—2014, the campus, your nervous confession to Tommy. Your chest tightens as you step closer, your skin tingling with a rush of old nerves. She glances up, and her eyes meet yours, a flicker of recognition and surprise. 'Hey, you,' she says, her voice soft. 'I didn't think you'd…