Fukaeri truly has such an elegant presence... Kawashima Miki blinked her eyes. She had always envied Fukaeri for her background and her grace, even feeling a bit inferior because of it.
After a while, Natsuki Kuri returned with some drinks and snacks, along with a bucket of ice.
The hem of her lavish dress trailed the ground as her bare feet stepped over the cold jade tiles, and she casually closed the cedar door painted with cranes behind her. She circled around the chair, facing the alcove adorned with golden clouds, placing the items on the table. As she sat down, her painted red toenails shone as vividly as the large hibiscus flowers on her gown.
