Chitose Saegusa -

But Araki wasn't listening. He turned to Chitose. "I'm opening a new wing at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Tokyo. The theme is 'Modern Masks.' I want this piece. I will pay you five million yen for it, and I want you to curate the rest of the show."

If you wish to see a Saegusa in person, you have several options: Chitose Saegusa

The party was a symphony of clinking champagne flutes and murmured approvals. Chitose Saegusa stood near the marble balcony railing, a practiced, gentle smile fixed upon her lips. To anyone watching, she was the portrait of grace—the heiress, the beauty, the diplomat's daughter who could quote French poetry and negotiate a business contract in the same breath. But Araki wasn't listening

But as the last guests filtered out and the staff began to clear the crystal glasses, Chitose slipped away. She didn’t go to her silk-draped bedroom. She went to the conservatory—a forgotten glass room at the back of the estate where the jasmine grew wild and the wicker furniture had gone slightly gray with age. The theme is 'Modern Masks