3. Hair
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She sat next to her mother, the saloon packed with other women who were going to be attending numerous bashes that night. Usagi couldn't believe that she was one of them. All the girls in her class were jealous, knowing that Usagi would get the chance to be with so many doctors and elite Japanese business men. Naru was sure that Usagi would meet her future husband there.
As she flipped through a book of hair styles, Usagi could only imagine what Mamoru would think if he saw her there. Would he think her beautiful? Would he ask her to dance? Maybe he'd kiss her again. She giggled to herself with that thought, wanting to only hate the older man because he'd been so rude to her.
But after his thoughtful gift, she didn't think she could be the same way to him again.
She took a seat in the wash stand, letting her long hair be cleaned and polished, then allowing the girl to trim the ends. With it cleaned up, she watched as her usual style turned into something so elegant, she couldn't even believe that she was still the girl in the mirror.
Let Mamoru try to call her Odango Atama if he saw her. She would know he didn't mean it, anyway.