An older woman with dark hair tied into a bun stepped out onto a balcony holding two different pieces of fabric. She held both up to the light and looked at both with a thoughtful expression. "So what color do you want the tablecloths to be? At first, I was thinking, like, a light pink color, but then I thought maybe that would be too girly. So then I thought maybe a deep red, but pink is your signature color for the wedding, so I wasn't really sure... The pink might look better with the color of the roses, but I don't want Kazuto-san to feel too excluded. What do you think, Hinami-san? Hinami-san?"