"Would you like... to try it on?"
Mei did not explicitly say it had been prepared for her. She merely asked Bronya to try it on. Unable to refuse, Bronya took off her bath towel and put on the gorgeous O-furisode.
It fit perfectly.
Yet Bronya only felt the deep green sash cinching her slender waist so tightly that she could barely breathe.
PS: I got carried away writing. There will most likely be another chapter later. The expressionless little loli is so cute—just thinking about Bronya fills me with energy, and even my typing hands become swifter.
PS2: Just 200 more votes, and my daily recommendations will surpass a thousand today. Please, in consideration of how diligent I've been, let this flop of an author experience the feeling of getting over a thousand daily recommendations.
Restless Emotions (4th Update, Please Vote)
The gorgeous outfit—even the cord cinching her waist was made of silk, and tying it involved a complicated process. It was somewhat like a men's bachelor party on the night before a wedding.
The girl put on formal clothes she would normally never dare wear, stepped into tall wooden sandals, and clumsily learned the steps of a dancing girl, blooming like a flower.
This kind of joy did not suit Bronya at all.
It was not merely because she was young enough to get any husband convicted, but because Bronya herself had always regarded herself as someone lurking in the shadows, someone who ought to remain unnoticed like a weed.
She had never imagined that the ugly duckling could become a white swan, or that even weeds could bloom.
Bronya, too, would have a day when she blossomed.
For some reason, though it was such ridiculous nonsense, after putting on the O-furisode, the tangled mess of emotions in