Shoot what is her name. She presses her hands flat to her cheeks, trying to force the knowledge to her brain. Come on, brain, think.

"Kumiko? Ugh--I can't remember her name. But she's pretty much the only way to get anything new. I wish they'd let me keep anything from the wedding closets. It's so annoying to be stuck in the same thing--don't they think people want casual clothing."