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Yasutomi Kiyomi.
A young woman from a wealthy, respectable family. She sits on her vanity brushing her long dark raven hair. She Possesses clear, pale skin, delicate features, and is quite slender.
She sets the brush down gently, finishing her hair brushing task.
"Kiyomi-neechan!" calls a voice, "come quick, we are to meet your husband soon!"
Kiyomi stands, "I am coming sister, dont worry." she smiles hearing her sisters cheerful voice.
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Kiyomi, her father, mother, and younger sister are now arriving to the home of the Tomioka's.
A neat and tidy modern home stood front of them.
"Now Mika-chan, do not misbehave, we are guests, you must be polite." their mother warned, although her tone was soft as she spoke to the young girl.
"Yes mama!" the girl happily replied back.
Their father knocks on the door, it opens slowly. An elderly woman meets their gaze, smiling.
"Ah! ***-san! Welcome. We apoligize for being so underprepared for your visit!" the elder woman greeted nervously. Bowing her head gently.
"Oh, don't worry of it ***-san," their mother tried to resure, "If im being honest, we thought we were late!" she chuckled.
The other woman sighed in releif, "oh, do come in! Dont just stand there." She invites the small family in.
In the middle of a room stood two people. One being an older man, almost the same age as the elderly woman (mid-late 50s), but was a bit shorter than the woman. But Kiyomis gaze drifted to the young man next to the elder man.
He looked to be in his early 20s, had a linear frame, dark hair, but the most daring feature, was his hypnotizing ocean blue eyes.
They locked eyes for a second.
The elder woman, who is likely his mother, spoke up, "This is Tomioka Koji, my son, who you will marry, Kiyomi-chan!" she beamed, obviously meaning well.
But Kiyomi would be lying if she said she wasnt nervous. She bowed, greeting herself, "Ah, good morning Koji-san," she started,"I hope we can get along well, you and I." she says warmly.
The man, Koji, bows back in respect, "Thank you Kiyomi-san, I too hope we get along." his voice flowed nicely, it was honestly close to music in Kiyomi's own ears.
She liked that.
And she felt (hoped) that this marriage would go well. Because she knew when she liked someone,
or even loved them.