"What?"
Mrs. Sakai turned her head.
"It's that advanced class. I saw a sister's work in Fitz's student exhibition corridor. Her painting... I think she's quite serious. Mom, could you consider recruiting her?"
Koizumi Katsuko contemplated her tone.
"Katsuko?"
Mrs. Sakai sat up from her lounge chair and squinted her eyes.
Katsuko's nonsense,
The noblewoman didn't believe a single word of it.
No one knows a daughter better than her mother.
Some high school girls lie as easily as eating and drinking, but her daughter Katsuko clearly belonged to the well-behaved type who doesn't lie much.
Her head was bowed shyly, her gaze flickered under the fine soft bangs on her forehead, fingers pinching together, with an unnatural flush on her face.
Just short of writing "Mom, I'm lying" on her face.
Moreover...
Painting seriously?
What kind of nonsense is that?
Art is not about seriousness, or rather, it's not just about seriousness.
