Photoshoot (2) *

When Fuyu returned, the sapphire dress caught the light like a midnight sky. The lace hugged her frame delicately, the velvet skirt flowing just past her knees. Her chest was naturally a little too tight which further accentuated her superb figure.

Ririka immediately went to her and worked some magic with a quick updo, pinning Fuyu’s hair with a silver clip shaped like a crescent moon.

She looked like she’d walked out of a painting with her usual stern kindness sharpened by an air of quiet regality.

The room went silent for a beat as all eyes landed on her. Even the group call seemed to hush, though I could hear Aya gasping through the speaker.

Fuyu fidgeted under the attention while she nervously smoothed the dress. “Is it… okay? I feel like I’m in a costume drama.”