"He wouldn't have the right clothes on, either," she mused. "I guess I could sneak back in..."

Impulsively, she turned and waved at Seiichi on the dais. He lifted a hand in return, still smiling indecipherably.

"You were the right choice," she said, sincerely. "Genichiro-kun is a nice boy, but he'd be a servant to me, not a husband. Don't tell him, though, please?"