The fifth-floor restaurant of the Empress offers both Japanese and Western cuisines.
After stepping out of the elevator, turning left leads to a dark narrow corridor. Fujiwara Reya enters a private room on one side of the corridor, with a long table that can seat six people.
Kawashima Miki kicks off her two high heels, her feet wrapped in black stockings stepping onto the tatami, taking the main seat directly. She stares intently at Fujiwara Reya, her eyebrows frosted as if he owes her millions.
Mr. Suzuki blinks, wondering who this woman is.
About 1.67 meters tall, with a slender figure and a round face, unadorned and naturally elegant. She wears a light green fitted sweater over a white blouse and a black suit pencil skirt underneath.
Young and beautiful, seemingly a well-mannered senior university student. Her face looks just like the Empress... Mr. Suzuki raises his eyebrows.
