The majesty of the dress reminded Miu of all things formal: balls, weddings, proms. The beauty of the flowing and fluffy skirts, lavender in color like Kaede's eyes, should have belonged to the most joyous of celebrations.
The dress did not fit a funeral.
The dark mask upon Kaede's brow cracked. A black feather and white dogwood blossom fell off her sunshine-colored hair. The large bow upon her chest ripped. She staggered back.
The kid with the hat accused, "You were trying to kill the mastermind."
Tears streamed in rivers down Kaede's cheeks.
Even then, miraculously, Miu thought her beautiful.