Ami remembered that house very well. She remembered looking at the shiny marble tiled floors, hiding behind the furniture they were only allowed to sit on when there was company, or quietly filing into Mama's room where they could see her jewelry collection. There was never any shortage of any comfort or convenience money could buy. There never needed to be.

It wasn't easy for a girl used to that, to having everything she could want at her fingertips, to be suddenly out on her own, earning her way for herself, working hard. But she found this house comfortable, cozy, and loving. The Mizuno house had been loving, but it had rarely been comfortable or cozy.

She made sure to be the first to greet Daisy. "I'm so glad you've come," she murmured properly. And to emphasize that Daisy was welcomed here, she was glad she could truthfully play the amicable hostess and say, "Luke's sister was also asking about you and hoping to see you."