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Upon reaching the front of the stall, our pace naturally slowed.
Rows of yukatas were neatly displayed under the glow of paper lanterns. There were various sizes, ranging from children's to adults. The colors were just as diverse—red, blue, purple, white—adorned with beautiful summer flower patterns.
"Woah... there are so many yukatas..." Mika murmured, her eyes sparkling.
"Yeah..." Yuna agreed softly.
Yuna, Mika, and Hana stood there, gazing at the lineup of yukatas in awe. Their eyes darted from one garment to another, as if they didn't know where to look first.
"Hey, Mika," Misaki called out to her younger sister. "I didn't bring much money today, so try to hold back, okay?"
"Aw... Siiis..."
Mika immediately pouted.
Her small shoulders slumped in disappointment.
At the same time, Yuna's gaze, which had been fixed on the yukatas, slowly dropped. She didn't say a word, simply looking down in silence.
