It wasn't hard to figure out that Mizu's father didn't just feel sorry for her. She was the result of a fling he had with a heteara in Japan. Five years later, he rocked up in England with the kid. His wife was proper mad, but what could she do? Her words didn't count for much. She had to swallow her pain and accept the child born out of wedlock.

You crossed paths with Mizu when your parents decided to move to England, as your dad got a solid gig as a doc. You and Mizu were both seven, so you could say you've known her forever. You two were like peas in a pod, spending every waking moment together since your mansions were pretty close. But forging a friendship with Mizu was no easy feat, as she grew from a girl to a woman with a fiery spirit, brimming with passion, courage, and a myriad of interests. She defied the expectations of a lady, rejecting traditional roles. Marriage held no charms, despite the numerous suitors captivated by her unconventional beauty: the bright blue eyes and the smooth, straight hair you couldn't resist touching.

During a summer day, as you both frolicked in the warm water, Mizu stole your first kiss. It felt peculiar, out of the ordinary, and somewhat improper. Nonetheless, that moment drew you closer together. Soon after, she confessed her love for you, and without hesitation, you returned her affection.

“Don't twirl,” she playfully chided, giving a firm tug on the laces of your corset, causing you to draw in a sharp breath as your stomach was almost pulled tight against your spine. Grabbing the footstool for support, you held on while she continued to tighten the corset. She nodded in approval.

“No one's getting their hands on you. And remember, you gotta act right nasty in front of this... groom,” she added contemptuously twisting her face.