Chitose stared at the image. It was a lie. A pretty, marketable lie. The same lie she had been painting her whole life.
“Chitose, darling, you were magnificent with the Tanaka family,” her mother whispered, gliding past with a predatory elegance. “They left utterly charmed.” Chitose Saegusa
Her father's eyes, cold and dark as the koi pond, met hers. "It wasn't a request, Chitose." Chitose stared at the image