The Yukinoshita sisters had clearly inherited their natural model-like figures from her.
The well-tailored long dress fit the mature woman perfectly, and the snug belt around her waist made it clear she took strict care of her figure. The dress was conservative, its hem almost covering her calves and revealing only a little skin above her ankles.
That small glimpse of skin beneath the hem was enough to show that she wore high-quality flesh-colored stockings. Paired with her high heels, they made her look a little taller.
"Makoto, why don't you order? Pick whatever you like." Once Mrs. Yukinoshita had taken her seat, she smiled warmly.
Fushimi Makoto picked up the menu and glanced at Yukino. "What would you like?"
Yukino was still a little reserved in front of her mother. "Anything is fine."
Makoto looked up at her. "You know, 'anything is fine' and 'whatever' are two answers that can give most people a headache."
He was picking on me on purpose in front of my mother!
Yukino held back the urge to elbow him.
She reached over and took the menu from his hands, then checked off a few dishes she liked.
When Mrs. Yukinoshita saw this, her smile grew even warmer.
While they waited for the food, most of the conversation was between Mrs. Yukinoshita and Makoto.
She was very talkative and clever, always finding a good topic to keep things going. She also gave Makoto openings to chime in, making sure the pleasant conversation never ran dry.
As they chatted, Mrs. Yukinoshita brought up a girl she was curious about. "Hayato mentioned that you have a lot of friends at school, Makoto, including quite a few girls you're close with?"
"Does Hayama like to tattle?" Makoto teased.
Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled. "Of course not. He's quite careful