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Chapter 6: Layers of Life

Ayaka completely froze. If she was a teakettle, the lid would've shot into the air from the steam pressure.

Kaori sighed in slight frustration. "No, they aren't. I keep telling her she should just make a move already, but..."

"I see." Miyuki looked at the still motionless Ayaka. "You're worried about losing the relationship you share now, aren't you?"

Miyuki gently took Ayaka's hand, her eyes reflecting understanding and compassion. "You know, relationships evolve, and they can be unpredictable. But what remains consistent is how we feel. Hiroshi's a good guy, and you two have always been close."

Ayaka looked up, her eyes a tad glossy. "I just... I don't want to risk what we have."

Kaori wrapped an arm around Ayaka. "And that's okay. Timing is everything. When you're ready, you'll know."

Miyuki added with a soft smile, "But don't let fear dictate your choices, Ayaka. Life's too short for what-ifs."

Just as Ayaka was searching for the right words to respond, a loud, enthusiastic voice echoed from a nearby store. "Clearance sale! Half-price on all accessories!"

Miyuki, spotting a chance to lighten the mood, raised an eyebrow playfully. "Now, that sounds like a good deal. And with the number of parties I'm dragged into, I could always use more accessories."

Kaori grinned, nudging Ayaka playfully. "Let's go, Aya. I saw some pretty necklaces that might catch a certain someone's attention."

Ayaka groaned but laughed. "You never quit, do you?"

Miyuki smiled, linking her arm with Ayaka's. "Let's get moving before everything's gone. We can figure out the other stuff later."

After what felt like hours of scouring stores, navigating bustling crowds, and trying on more clothes than Miyuki could count, the trio found themselves at a quaint café—nestled in a quieter corner of the mall. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air, providing a comforting atmosphere.

They sat by the window, their shopping bags huddled at their feet. Miyuki sipped her coffee slowly, gazing out at the throng of shoppers below, seemingly lost in thought.

Kaori, nibbling on a bean bun, broke the silence. "You've been really quiet since we started talking about the party. Is everything okay?"

Miyuki sighed, placing her cup on the table. "Honestly? Not really. I mean, the dresses and the accessories are fun to shop for, but the party itself? I loathe them."

Ayaka tilted her head. "Is it because they're boring?"

Miyuki chuckled, "I wish it were that simple. It's the facade. Everyone at those parties... their words, their smiles, they all seem so calculated. Like they're wearing masks."

Kaori frowned, "Sounds suffocating."

"It is," Miyuki admitted. "And I fear that the longer I stay in that world, the harder it'll be for me to leave. My family is deeply entrenched in politics, and they have expectations for me. But every time I attend one of these gatherings, I feel a piece of me fading away."

Ayaka reached over, placing a hand over Miyuki's. "Mii-chan, if you ever feel trapped, remember that you've got us. You don't have to go through it alone."

Kaori nodded, her voice firm. "Exactly. You're more than just the daughter of a political family. You're our friend. And while we might not fully understand the pressures you face, we'll always be here to support you."

Miyuki's eyes glistened with tears, but she smiled. "Thank you, both of you. I just... I don't want that world to define me. I want to find my own path."

"And you will," Kaori said with a wink. "But for now, let's enjoy our coffee and buns. And maybe later, we can find you a dress that'll knock everyone's socks off."

The laughter slowly ebbed, leaving a moment of silence that felt neither awkward nor forced. Miyuki gazed at her two friends, their presence an anchor in the storm of her emotions. For the first time in a long while, she felt seen, truly seen, and not as the potential heir to a political dynasty or a pawn in the games of high society.

I've always been surrounded by people, she mused, taking a sip of her coffee, but it's been so long since I felt genuinely connected. In those political gatherings, it's as if I wear a mask, acting out a role that was scripted for me long before I was born. With every fake smile, every rehearsed compliment, a part of me feels like it's fading.

She glanced down at her intertwined fingers with Ayaka, feeling the warmth of her friend's grip. But here, with them, I can be Miyuki. Not the heiress, not the face of a legacy, but just... me.

Her gaze shifted to the bustling crowd outside the café window. So many faces, so many stories. And for a fleeting moment, she envied them, their freedom to be just ordinary, away from the stifling expectations.

But then, a realization blossomed within her. Maybe, just maybe, with Ayaka and Kaori by my side, I can find a way to be both - to honor my family's legacy, yet carve out a space for myself in this vast world.

She smiled, taking another sip of her drink. The path ahead was uncertain, but with genuine friends by her side, it felt a little less daunting.