Chapter 2.
"… Yes. Okay, I got it. I will be coming tomorrow to have a look at it. Thank you, see you" I ended my call and looked at the blueprint, only to be interrupted by a loud grown from my stomach. I quickly glanced at the time – it was half past three in the afternoon. I sighed. I guess skipping out on lunch was a bad idea. Upon hearing my grumble, Yukito looked at me. He was smiling and stretched his arms. He asked me "Shall we have a late lunch? We can finish the work after that." "Yes, that sounds good." I replied, scratching my head out of embarrassment. And, together we left to have a late lunch.
We entered a restaurant close-by. A waiter ushered us to the table and we made our orders. Sipping the lemonade that the waiter returned with, I stared outside of the window. "So how is the work? Is it doable?" asked Yukito. "It is interesting. To be honest, I didn't think it will be this interesting" I replied. "I am glad that you are enjoying your work." The food arrived and the conversation temporarily ceased. We both ate in hurry. Deserts arrived and I was eating vanilla parfait. It was cold but soft and delicate. Hmmmmm…"Sakura? Sakura?" I broke out of my thought and looked up at Yukito. "Are you okay there? You looked … lost." Yukito said in a tender tone. "I am fine. Sorry, I was just thinking how ice cream can be so cold yet soft at the same time." I replied with my lips curled slightly towards the end. "And you are 27 years old, Sakura" Yukito shook his head but definitely amazed. "I try" I joked.
It has already been three months since leaving New York and started working with Yukito as an interior designer. The work was unexpectedly appealing and I was fascinated with the job. It was in a way related with my previous careers – an artist and teacher. I was able to put my aptitude at use and utilize it to aid people create a desired home. Yukito was a nice employer and always encouraged me. But foremostly, I was content unlike three months ago.
Nevertheless, this fragile peace was soon shattered. And I was oblivious.
It was a bright morning. The sun was high and there was no trace of clouds. I yawned as I revved the engine. Quickly taking out my phone, I punched in the address into the GPS application. The route was set and I drove out.
I arrived at the destination and parked the car. I locked the car and looked around. The given address led me to luxurious skyscraper that belonged to wealthy people. I entered the elevator and pressed the top-most floor. After a brief moment, the door opened and I quickly walked out to find the correct number. I pressed the bell and heard a male voice asking who it is. I replied "I'm an interior designer from Le Ciel, the one on the phone yesterday." I smiled, expecting another good day. How silly of me…The door was opened and at that very precise moment, I felt my prior happiness crumble. My smile immediately dropped.
"Well, why don't you come in Sakura?" It was my ex-husband – Syaoran Li.