It would have looked gaudy had the jewelry not been so well-made, but as it was it was still teetering on the edge.
So while Sonoko had ended up with half a dozen bags halfway through the proposed shopping trip which she of course handed off to the discrete bodyguards who appeared to follow them everywhere, and whom Ai was somewhat disconcerted by , Ai still had only one, which she kept on her person.
I'd invite her too, but she's, well.
So what, exactly, did Sonoko want? Preferably without, you know, the endless crime-related Shenanigans.
Sonoko nodded sharply with approval.
Apparently, the screamer was a woman named Nakagawa Emiko, who was probably in her mid-to-late seventies.