Surrounded by more than ten young girls, Yukino Ritsuko was explaining the matters of the performance to them.
She hadn't had the chance to change into her wedding attire yet, still wearing a light blue kimono. Nevertheless, whether it was her smooth, glowing skin or the dreamlike long black hair, she exuded a cold yet beautiful aura. Her ears, delicate as crystal artworks, along with her slender, fair nape, gave off a snowy feeling, yet she did not seem frail.
Kawashima Miki had just finished exchanging pleasantries with a guest and noticed him looking over there.
The girls from Furukawa Conference Hall were having tea together, and she also noticed Yukino Ritsuko.
The Snow Woman's gesture of raising the teacup was exceptionally graceful.
To be precise, from the gentle lifting of her sleeve, to the fluid motion of her slender, ring-bearing fingers grasping the glass cup handle, it all gave off an icy, pure beauty.
