Chapter 7 Fitting Day

The girl walked towards her workplace, smiling as she looked at the ring on her ring finger. Suddenly, her steps halted right next to a red sports car parked in front of the cafe. Hana, starting to suspect the car, observed it carefully, her memory recalling the incident back then-the same car that she remembered.

"Watch this; I'll get my revenge," she said, immediately puncturing the car's tire.

With a triumphant smile, Hana rubbed her hands together after successfully deflating the tire. She continued walking into the cafe, still wearing a beaming smile and a light-hearted feeling.

"Ohayou gozai~..." Hana greeted, but her words hung in the air as she spotted a figure she didn't want to see that morning.

"Ohayou Hana, you came a bit early this morning," Urahara responded, also present.

Seeing Jun's presence indicated that the car outside was his, meaning he was the one who had splashed water on her earlier. Once again, Hana felt an overwhelming sense of joy; she could finally settle the score.

"I'll go to the back for a moment, excuse me," Hana quickly left Urahara and Jun.

After changing clothes, Hana cleaned the cafe tables and arranged some items. The sound of the door opening abruptly startled her, and she looked at a man standing at the entrance with a fierce expression.

"This must be your doing," Jun accused, approaching Hana with anger.

"What do you mean? I don't understand," she replied casually.

Jun roughly grabbed Hana's hand, pulling her outside. Urahara, witnessing the situation, quickly followed them, looking perplexed. Once outside, Jun let go of Hana's hand, causing her to stumble right in front of Jun's car.

"These tires won't deflate unless someone loosens the valve cap, and the person who did that must be you!!!" Jun snapped angrily.

"Accusing someone without evidence is the same as defamation. Why would I do something like that?" Hana defended herself.

"Enough, Jun. It's just a flat tire. Besides, there's no proof that Hana did it," Urahara intervened, trying to calm the situation.

"I know it's her; she's been staring at me since the beginning. But earlier, when she saw me, her expression changed a bit. Just by her actions, I can tell she's the one."

As tensions escalated between Hana and Jun, another car pulled up. The person who emerged from the car was Keiichi Katakura, Misugi Jun's personal secretary.

"Jun..., there's a little issue; you need to come to the office now," Katakura said.

"This time you're off the hook, but don't expect me to let you get away with it next time," Jun threatened, walking into his secretary's car.

"Did something just happen?" Katakura asked, receiving a shake of the head from Urahara.

As they left, Urahara glanced back at Hana, seeking an explanation for the recent events.

"It's true, I did it, but it's because the other day he splashed water on my clothes as he passed by. Anyone would be furious if treated like that."

"Be careful with Jun; he can do anything when he's angry," Urahara warned.

Hana nodded slowly and walked into the cafe, followed by Urahara's footsteps.

Days passed for Hana eagerly as her wedding day approached. This morning, she would go with Kaji for a bridal dress fitting, having taken the day off with Urahara's permission to focus on this without worrying about work.

Hana looked at herself in the mirror after getting ready, wearing a navy blue dress with her hair down, making her look beautiful. After everything was set, she grabbed her bag and hurried to the station.

As Hana stepped out of her apartment, she was surprised by Kaji's arrival. Running towards him, she threw a sweet smile, and he responded with a gentle stroke on her hair, calling her beautiful.

"Why did you come all the way here? We could have met at the station."

"I wanted us to go to the station together. What's wrong with me picking up my girlfriend?"

Hana smiled shyly and immediately took Kaji's hand as he invited her to walk.

Arriving at a boutique in the Kanto area, Hana and Kaji entered and were greeted by the owner. They introduced themselves and explained their purpose for coming.

"We have one of the latest wedding dress collections, simple in design and suitable for petite women like this young lady."

The designer welcomed Hana to see the dress collection. Her eyes were drawn to a white dress displayed on a mannequin.

"Can I try this one?"

"Of course."

While waiting for Hana to try on her chosen dress, Kaji searched for the tuxedo he would wear. After a few minutes, the curtain opened, revealing Hana in her chosen wedding dress. Kaji was astonished by her beauty.

"You look stunning," Kaji commented, captivated.

Hana chose the dress she wore, and to match it, Kaji selected a white tuxedo. After the fitting, Kaji invited Hana to lunch at an elite restaurant. Initially hesitant, Hana accepted, as Kaji wanted to create a special memory in her life.