Hey guys, Silver here again, bringing you another chapter. Seeing as I am writing this like mad at the moment (lots of free time where I'm supposed to be doing work), I'm going to post another couple of chapters over the weekend, before settling into a schedule.

Anyway, hope you still like the story so far!


On that fateful day, Sakura had been receiving many more letters like the first one. The amount and frequency escalated dramatically, and by that day, she had a whole pile on her desk in her dressing room. Sakura had recovered, mostly, but she still looked nervously at each envelope as it arrived.

Tomoyo had been very busy, doubling the security, and going over the security checks of every cast and crew member personally. Unfortunately, there were many people coming and going, and she was still running the checks till that day. She also made sure that someone she trusted was with Sakura at all times. Luckily for Sakura, she drew the line at her personal en suite bathroom to the changing room and bedroom, but they were always checked, just to be sure.

Even with all this extra security, she still managed to finish her latest dress, the one Sakura had been fitted for earlier that week, and she still planed to have the photo shoot.


(Early morning)

"All right people, lets get this right! Are you ready, Miss Kinomoto?" asked the eager young photographer.

"Yes, I'm fine. Where do you want me? Sitting or standing?"

"Just there. Perfect!" The photography banter continued like this for some time, till lunch was announced.

"Tomoyo, the dress came out perfectly! How did you find the time?" Sakura asked, reaching for a bottle of water and a sandwich.

"I can always find time for your dresses. And besides, there wasn't much left to do," Tomoyo replied between mouthfuls of apple. "I'm going to see how the photo's so far turned out. Be back in a minute."

As soon as Tomoyo's back was turned, her well trained bodyguard popped up to keep an eye on Sakura. She always felt a little intimidated by these guards; they always seemed to loom over her. Sakura had tried to talk to them already, but she was always greeted with an alert silence, so she just tried to ignore their presence. It was surely only going to be for a while anyway, She had received less of the envelopes yesterday.

Sakura returned to her chair, and closed her eyes. There was a walkie-talkie hanging from the arm of the chair, so she would know when it was time for more photo's. She sat there listening to the radio chatter, and picked out the voices she recognised. There was Tammy, her PA, Tomoyo, as she moved about the building, some of the general security staff she had gotten to talk to her, and the photographer, and some of his assistants. There were other's, but they were harder to understand, as they came from the film set, which was in the building next the one she was in. Most of the film crew had the day off, they were only filming the smaller parts, mostly the scenes that didn't have her in them.


(Afternoon)

Sakura was still listening to her walkie-talkie, her food long gone; when she got the call that it was time to see the photographer about more photos. As she got up, she heard the general security talking about someone that was trying to get in. She couldn't make out the name, but it didn't sound like anyone she knew, and she knew all her crew personally, so she assumed that they wouldn't get in.

As she walked over to Tomoyo and the photographer, Tomoyo waved to her, and she waved back. The photographer had his back turned and was leaning over the table of photos, so didn't see her approach. As she came up to the table, Sakura noticed someone standing next to Tomoyo, who had dark blue hair, and midnight blue eyes behind wire frame glasses.

"Eriol! I didn't know you were coming, when did you arrive?"

"About half an hour ago," he replied. "I came to see how you two were getting on with the photo shoot. I was informed by reliable sources," Tomoyo giggled at that, "that this would be the last one till the end of production."

"Yes it is. Have you seen the photo's yet? Are they any good?" The words tumbled out of Sakura's nervous mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm barraging you with questions-"

Sakura was interrupted by the walkie-talkie on her hip, where she kept it when walking around.

"Ma'am? There's someone here to see you. Say's their doing an article on your production of the film. Should I let them in?"

"Sure, we're in room 3. Send them to room 8." I wonder who it will be this time?

Tomoyo started talking into her headset, calling Tammy over from room 12, where she was setting up the next set of clothes.

By the time Sakura was half way there; her entourage had grouped around her, consisting of her, her bodyguard, Tomoyo, Tammy, Eriol, the set manager, and 3 other people who were general helpers.


Authors Corner: Yay for cliff hangers! you will see many of these, as I have trouble stopping while writing these chapters. That's all for now!

Lady Silver, signing off. Have a dapper day!