She stared at the message for a full minute. Part of her wanted to ignore it. But her fingers moved on their own, placing the phone aside. She stood up slowly.“I don’t know why he wants to see me… but if this is the last time, I want to remember it.”She walked to the mirror and gently touched her face, brushing back a loose strand of hair.A soft smile played on her lips, faint and bittersweet.“Just one more time…”She picked out a simple but elegant navy-blue dress.As she applied light makeup and stepped into her heels, her mind replayed every