MARY
Kanzashi.
It was what Aiko, Takahashi's little sister had called the elaborate item that one of Takahashi's aunt made me wear. She pinned it on my hair after fixing it in a bun.
An array of small arrangements of flowers now sat on my hair and I made sure to put on some light make-up to make myself look presentable.
The white Kimono lathered by pink and gold floral patterns reminded me of the upcoming wedding and the dread in my stomach came rushing back to me in seconds.
I feel like vomiting all of a sudden.
"Anata wa totemo Kirei."
From the reflection on the mirror in front of me, Aiko beamed my way. She somehow looked different from Takahashi. Her eyes were more slanted that every time she smiles, it almost appeared like she had no eyes at all.
"Sorry for the intrusion," A Japanese lady in Kimono barged in and hurried after Aiko.
"She meant you are very beautiful."
