At the entrance of the tea room, he changed into new cloth socks.
Fujiwara Reya looked up and glanced inside; the room was about eight tatami mats in size, the candlelight was somewhat hazy, with a dreamy feeling. The guests sat side by side, seemingly all women in luxurious kimonos.
One female guest near the door spotted Fujiwara Reya at once and suddenly stood and came over.
"Oh, it's the young president, what a rare guest," she said warmly, standing by Fujiwara Reya, "Would you like to sit beside me tonight? My daughter has always wanted to meet the young president."
"This won't do!" Mrs. Hoshimi said with a stern face, looking at the lady trying to snatch a son-in-law, "Mr. Fujiwara is the predetermined son-in-law of my family. Don't get any wrong ideas, or we might withhold next year's dividends from your Hizaki Shrine!"
Fujiwara Reya smiled apologetically at the lady.
