BUN-221: Helia

The Gossamer Gala was the event of the year and of course Sakura would be there. She had received her envelope, graciously delivered by one of Angora’s many staff and she’d contemplated it for a while, running her fingers across the thick, gilded paper. A new kimono would need to be acquired, delicate embroidery of golden butterflies dancing across purple fabric. It had taken some time to organize but had been worth it in the end, to walk into the venue, draped in fine new clothing, the b...