Chapter 31“Are these for us?” Sukanya asked, dropping to her knees on the tatami in the room beside two large lacquer trays. A long mirror and floor-level dressing table had been pulled into the middle of the room.
“Must be,” Chiho said.
Sukanya picked up a swirl of silk as big as a sheet. Bright rectangles of purple, black, dark pink, and white jutted and angled in all directions, layered over with swirling flowers of marine blue and deep red. She spun around with it in her hands. The tray was filled with sashes and pleated front skirts with long ties, all brightly colored.
Chiho picked up hers, held it in her hands and turned it around, a white and pink background layered with red and black rectangles. A folded maroon skirt was embroidered with sprigs of silk flowers around which dart
