Aiko turns her head away from the captivating wistfulness on Mizuki's face and instead clasps her hands behind her back. She's a gentle woman, in no way proud or arrogant like most aristocrats.
Mizuki has never known her mother well enough to know a woman of high-status with a good personality, except going off assumptions that her personality was rotten because of the wealth she has in her hands.
Aiko's tawny hair is braided prettily into a bun, and her cotton dress ruffled at the edges and of an elegant floral pattern.
"How long have you been with Hinata-san? You know, when he looks at you, there are stars in his eyes," she begins with an innocent grin.
