Ivy
I grip Asher’s hand tightly as we walk into the luxurious hotel room to meet his aunt and uncle. Asher squeezes my hand back comfortingly and whispers, “If you feel uncomfortable at any moment, just say the word, and we’ll leave.”
I give him a grateful smile and shake my head, “Don’t worry. I got this.”
He gives me a respectful nod as the doors open, and an older gentleman gives us a welcoming bow.
Asher mutters something in Japanese, and the man leads us inside. “Ivy, this is my uncle’s footman, Hiroshi,” he waves my hand toward the man.
Though I am surprised that Asher’s uncle has a footman, I don’t verbalize my thoughts. Instead, I mirror his bow and smile, “Hishori-san, o ai dekite kōeidesu.” Mr. Hishori, I am honored to meet you.
Hishori’s smile warms significantly as h
