Maria-sama ga Miteru:Volume7 Chapter6 2

Tuesday. Part 2

"Yumi-san."

At lunchtime, as I was hurrying to the Rose Mansion carrying my lunch, a voice called out to stop me.

"Will Rosa Chinensis en bouton be present at the Rose Mansion during the lunch break?"

It was Saeko-san. She was the petit soeur of the head of the flower arranging club. Usually we didn't speak much, well, about as much as normal classmates.

"Yeah, probably."

I nodded, thinking she'd be there.

"But there's still a lot of preparation to be done, so I'm not sure if she'll be there for the entire time."

I added, just in case. The boutons had been really busy lately. Like only coming to the Rose Mansion to eat lunch. Plus there were lots of guests that came to see them while they were eating.

"Hmm, that's a pain. I suppose Shimako-san would know."

She looked around restlessly, but Shimako-san was so busy she'd probably left the classroom already.

"What was it about?"

I asked, and Saeko-san responded with, "Well, the truth is," as though she were about to start gossiping.

"It's about the "Third-years' Farewell Party." The flower arranging club has been asked to set up a display in the auditorium."

"Yeah."

This I knew. The "Third-years' Farewell Party" was organized by the student council, but it was open for all students to participate, either through clubs or as classes, to hold displays or put on performances and liven things up. – Although, embarrassingly, I only learned this information at yesterday's meeting.

"We were wondering when we should bring the arrangements in. We'd like to know when we can start setting up, and when we have to be done by."

"Ahh, that's not part of Shimako-san's domain. … Alright, when I see my onee-sama, I'll ask her. Is it okay if I get back to you later today?"

"Really? That'll be great, thanks."

Saeko-san squeezed my hand tightly.

It was exciting thinking that I was helping out with the student council work. And in this way I was helping my onee-sama too.

"Ah, Yumi-san."

On the staircase, a second-year student called out to me as we passed.

"Brilliant timing. I'm from the art club. We've finished the signboard for the "Third-years' Farewell Party," so can you let the boutons know to pick it up from the art club's room as soon as possible."

"Ah, okay."

So that's setup time for the flower arranging club, and signboard for the art club.

So that I wouldn't forget, I crossed two of my fingers.