The Pink Fairy's laughter brought everyone out of their daze. Emma excitedly stood up from her seat and approached Ciel.
Her trembling hands were about to touch Ciel's wings when she stopped and gave Ciel an apologetic gaze.
"Can I, please, touch them?" Emma asked.
Ciel nodded his head with a smile.
With the young boy's permission, Emma touched the wing with her hand. She immediately felt a softness that was similar to cotton. As if one hand was not enough, her other hand joined in touching Ciel's feather.
She was caressing them like what collectors did when they found a unique piece of jewelry or ancient treasure. Emma had long loved anything that went beyond the "natural" order. At an early age, her mother had told her the story of the Harem Prince.
