And yet, a certain name came to her mind—someone she could see herself marry. She shook her head violently.
"This kind of stuff doesn't suit me at all!" she yelled, but just as was about to take the robe off, she heard that person's voice saying, "That's a pity. You'd look so pretty as a bride," and she felt herself turn red as a beet again.
"I wouldn't! Stupid!"

And yet, a certain name came to her mind—someone she could see herself marry. She shook her head violently.
"This kind of stuff doesn't suit me at all!" she yelled, but just as was about to take the robe off, she heard that person's voice saying, "That's a pity. You'd look so pretty as a bride," and she felt herself turn red as a beet again.
"I wouldn't! Stupid!"