This past week, the woman formerly known as Princess Mako married Kei Komuro — a sentence I can’t write without a rush of sentimentality and a box of tissues nearby. You see, I’ve secretly been rooting for Mako for the past 3½ years. And so have a bunch of my friends.
Reiko works at Narita Airport and was on duty when Komuro arrived there on Sept. 27 ahead of his marriage Tuesday.
“I couldn’t believe the hullabaloo over Komuro-san’s hair,” she told me. “So what if the guy had a ponytail? He couldn’t get to a barber in New York because of the pandemic, that’s all. Why can’t people leave the poor couple alone?”