"Is this the part where we're supposed to switch partners again?"
The moment the woman heard that question, she immediately realised Arthur was unfamiliar with the festival.
"Is this your first time attending the Festival of Flowers?" she asked.
"So it really is called the Festival of Flowers," Arthur replied.
Hearing his response, she chuckled lightly before answering. "Yes, it really is called the Festival of Flowers. It's held in honour of the Lady of Spring."
Arthur spun her around right after she spoke, her brown hair sweeping across his face as the scent of flowers filled his nose.
Honestly, Arthur found it impressive.
There were several different flowers woven into her wreath and tucked into her hair from the people running around with flower bags earlier, but somehow none of the scents clashed with each other.
Instead, they blended together into a harmonious fragrance.
