Fashion

Dignified Blossom

As blooms first grace the banquet hall and frost dusts the silver courtyard, the young lady would retreat to a quiet corner whenever guests gathered — eyes downcast, book in hand, softly reciting verses from days long past.
Guests would shower them with praise: the Hoshimi Family still upheld tradition, dignified and cultured as ever.
Only Souichirou stood nearby, his eye twitching slightly — he knew better than anyone that his daughter probably didn't grasp half the poem's true meaning.