"These are beautiful, Azuki-san! I knew you would be the best choice! I am so happy you agreed to make my trousseau!"

Anko ran her hands over the sumptuous fabrics, feeling their softness, their texture, noticing the perfect drape and fall of the silk as she lifted it. The fabrics were arrayed all over the workroom floor. Hanako had brought tea and snacks, but nobody had touched them, captivated by the color and design of the fabrics displayed.

"The colors reflect ...