Azuki smiled dreamily, caught between her memory of her growing relationship with the young bay mare, Lily, and the fabrics for Anko's trousseau that Azuki carefully folded with tissue to pack into crates for shipping. What had been an extra guest room was now a storeroom for everything going to Anko-sama!Anko had seen most of the fabrics the kimono, the tissue-thin under kimono, the dressy hakama trousers, the even dressier trains, the opulent obi but she would find some surprises ...