ピンクと白のキモノの女

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the city of Kyoto as Aiko adjusted the fabric of her kimono. The delicate pink and white patterns danced across the silk as she moved, the cherry blossoms woven into the fabric whispering stories of springtime. Today was a day of significance—a day that would mark a turning point in her life.

Aiko had always admired the beauty of traditional attire, and ever since she was a child, she dreamed of wearing a kimono as vibrant as the ones her grandmother showcased during family gatherings. But this particular kimono held more than just aesthetic value; it was a family heirloom, passed down through generations, each thread infused with love and memory. It belonged to her grandmother, who had worn it during her own coming-of-age ceremony.

As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, Aiko felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. Today was her first day as an apprentice at a renowned kimono atelier