女性はキモノを着ている。

On the outskirts of Kyoto, where the ancient temples intertwined with the vibrant pulse of modern life, lived a young woman named Aiko. At twenty-three, Aiko was a spirited soul, her laugh ringing like the chime of a temple bell. She worked as a graphic designer, but her true passion lay in the art of kimono. Each evening, after her workday ended, she would immerse herself in the delicate world of fabric and color, dreaming of the day she could bring that art to life.

One spring afternoon, as the cherry blossoms began to bloom, Aiko received an invitation that sent her heart racing. Her childhood friend, Haruki, was getting married, and the celebration was to take place in a traditional tea house, surrounded by the very cherry trees that had witnessed their laughter as children. The invitation specifically requested that guests wear kimonos. Aiko’s heart fluttered with excitement, but a twinge of anxiety followed. She had always admired kimonos