Welcome back everyone. Our ending was not originally supposed to be this until I realized I wanted a better reason for Venus loving kimonos simply because she liked them. Enjoy and review.
Venus' Confession
As Veronica sat in her apartment, reading of her recent success she heard a knocking at her door. When she answered it, she found Venus on the other side. Veronica had not been expecting her, she had not asked Venus to come over so she might teach the new model a bit more.
"Venus, what brings you here?" asked Veronica.
"To tell you why I like kimonos, I was keeping the truth from you. It just isn't me liking them because I like them." Replied Venus.
"Then come on in…" said Veronica. "Better to talk inside then at the door."
Once inside, Venus told Veronica her story.
"My mother died giving birth to me. My father, who was old when I was born, had a great admiration for Japanese culture and thus I was raised in Kyoto, which once upon a time was Japan's capital, where my father had made his home. My father and uncle, who had been much younger than my father, both had a love for Japanese fashion and so that translated to me to the point that I would cover my face modestly with a fan and have my hair in a Japanese style. My father died when I was five years old and I lived with my uncle and his Japanese wife until my uncle died when I was nine. My aunt married again, this time to a Japanese man who had been a great friend to my father and uncle, and ever since he has been my father."
"You could have just shortened it to 'I was raised in Japanese culture.'" Commented Veronica.
"But… That would have been too short." Stated Venus.
"It could have saved us a lot of time." Returned Veronica. "Do you speak Japanese?"
"Yes, I do." Replied Venus. "Better than my English, which I am told sounds very wooden."
"It isn't that bad." Complimented Veronica.
The End