Haruhi awoke to her father's singing in the kitchen. The sun had just risen on a bright Saturday morning, and Ranka had begun preparations for breakfast. Haruhi climbed slowly out of bed and headed for the shower.

After several minutes under the hot water, Haruhi reached for her shampoo, only to find that the bottle had gone missing. "Dad!" She called from the shower. "Did you move the shampoo?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you!" He answered.

"Tell me what?"

"It tipped over and spilled out yesterday!" He hollered back. "But there's another bottle underneath the sink I think…"

Haruhi began searching for the shampoo and, in the process, knocked over a mass of different products (most of which her father had left open). Red hair-dye trickled over the lightly colored wood, leaving a dark stain behind.

"Crap," she hissed, yanking a towel from the rack. Unfortunately, a box of assorted soaps came toppling down, crashing noisily onto the floor.

"Is everything alright in there?" her father asked.

"It's fine," Haruhi answered. "I'll clean it up once I get out of the shower. Haruhi quickly sopped up the die and ran water in the sink to rinse out the towel. After ensuring that her hands were free of dye, she got back into the shower, which had run quite cold.

Shivering, she stepped out onto the baby pink bathmat and towel-dried her hair. Gazing down at the mess on the floor, she sighed and sat down to begin cleaning up the various substances that had spilled. Among them, unfortunately, were her favorite bubble bath and a bottle of her father's perfume.

"Oh, lovely," she sighed.

She could hear her father humming in the kitchen, and the smell of eggs wafted in underneath the door. The doorbell rang and she heard a few footsteps before the door opened.

"Oh, it's wonderful to see you!" Her father sang. "You'll have to forgive me! I woke up just a few minutes ago, so I'm afraid I'm in pajamas."

"That's fine," a familiar voice answered. "The party isn't until this evening if I'm correct." Haruhi recognized Kyouya's deep tone. "I brought the dress and the invitation. Everyone else has been rather busy."

"Ah, thank you! Such a dear!"

"It's my pleasure Mr. Fujioka."

"Please, call me Ranka. Oh, will you have tea with us?"

"No. Thank you, but I think I'd better be off. The Host Club has labeled me the errand runner for today, and I regret to say that there are still many preparations."

"Such a lovely boy," Haruhi's father sang. "I'm sure I'll see you tonight," he added.

"Yes, it should be an interesting evening. Oh, I almost forgot," Kyouya started. "Tamaki sent these along with the invitation." Haruhi couldn't tell exactly what 'these' were, considering she was eavesdropping from the bathroom, but she heard some crinkling before Ranka thanked Kyouya and closed the door.

Having cleaned up a good majority of the mess, Haruhi wrapped a towel around herself and stepped back into her bedroom. Contemplating what she should wear, she stopped, glancing a silver dress bag lying across her bed.

"Dad, what's this?"
"Oh don't worry about that. Just put on something normal; we're going on a little trip to the salon today!" He sounded very excited. "Hair, nails, and makeup! Doesn't it sound fun?"

"Oh dear…" Haruhi mumbled. "It sounds great," she answered pleasantly, not wanting to upset him. He began humming contentedly.

"Breakfast is ready!"

Haruhi sighed, walking into the salon. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she grumbled unhappily. A woman greeted them from a large, half-moon desk.

"Ranka," she smiled. "It's wonderful to see you. And this must be your daughter," she sang, looking at Haruhi. "You're Haruhi, right?"

"Yeah."

"Ranka's told me so much about you! She's adorable!" The lady exclaimed, talking to her father again. "Well, come on back. We'll start with nails. Pick out any color you like," she added, motioning to the wall. Racks of different colors of nail polish lined the wall top to bottom. Her father smiled, plucking a shade of deep crimson from one of the high racks. Haruhi reached for a neutral peach color, but Ranka picked up a light blue and handed it to her.

"This will go better with your dress," he announced. Haruhi frowned at it, deciding not to argue.

"What a lovely color," the woman remarked. "Well, let's begin!" Haruhi climbed into the plush chair, and an assistant began working on her feet. "So what's the occasion?"

"Actually, I don't know," Haruhi began. "Whatever it is, it's a surprise…to me at least."

"Oh! How perfectly wonderful! But tell me," the nail artist leaned in closer. "You must have overheard something about this surprise…"

"Well…I think I walked on the planning one time. It was last week in the club room…" Haruhi thought back to all the pink and chaos.

"Ah! That gives us a clue. Now tell me, what did you see?"

"Well, I think Honey was giving Tamaki dance lessons, and the twins were arguing over a pair of pink bikinis… There was a lot of pink when I think about it…and Roman columns and flowers."

"Ah! It sounds exciting!"

"Also, I overheard something about a party this morning, and for some reason there's a silver dress bag on my bed…"

"Anything else?" The lady's eyes widened, and they glittered with enthusiasm.

"Um, I heard something about a 'these' and then some crinkling, but my dad practically blindfolded me all the way here…"

"They sound like flowers to me," the lady giggled. "Do you know who sent them?"

"Well, Kyouya delivered them—Tamaki…Kyouya said that Tamaki sent them."

Flashback

"I'm not going to say anything more than this," he began. "But I play a very important role in this surprise." Tamaki flashed his heart-breaking smile again.