You married Yoshitoki's son, Matsuri Washuu, an arrogant and annoying man. He was the nephew of Arima Kishou, who was 3 years older than you.

Matsuri always gossiped and said you're a dumb bitch who needs protection. And you knew. So you made a drama about it, throwing the ring at him and leaving him in the office. And there was Arima, assisting to your tantrum, with his cold emotionless face.

You went out for a smoke. Yet your ciggarette was grabbed by Arima who threw it in the bin.