I told him to wait and went to change.
As I had no other fine kimono, I wore the same one I had worn the day I came with him. Then my eyes fell on the hair stick Arashi had given me. A smile crept on my lips and I wore it on my bun. It matched perfectly with the kimono.
I came out and saw he was waiting. As I came down the veranda, he looked at me and his eyes washed over me before it paused on the hair stick. My cheeks reddened.
He didn't say anything, instead he locked the doors and told me to follow him.
We went to the mountain roads where a series of trees stood to welcome us. The narrow path had rocks and pebbles on it. Sometimes a few twigs laid which broke under our feet. It seemed not many people used this path.
The road went up after a while as we headed forth and all the
