Chapter 6: Making a Big Deal About It
That afternoon
Tomoyo was fuming at Sakura's house. Rather Sakura's mansion.
"Oh that Hiiragizawa's done it again!" Tomoyo cried out. She threw the magazine, which Sakura deftly caught. "What's the matter?"
"Read it," she waved at the paper.
"Eriol Hiiragizawa, owner of the fashion empire of Le Soleil, would be presenting his Spring Collection at the Gala Art Exhibit of Marcus Lacruex, the world-renowned hologram artist," Sakura read the beginning sentence. "So what's the matter?"
"Don't you know who Marcus Lacruex is? He was one of my creative directors!"
"The Marcus Lacruex who designed your most stunning fashion show?" Sakura said with recognition.
"Yes! And the same Marcus Lacruex who resigned and transferred to Le Soleil after I didn't allow him to be stage manager in one of my Milan shows," Tomoyo added.
"Why are you so upset about it?"
"Because Eriol knows what had happened and he also knows that I'm here so he's trying to upset me," Tomoyo gritted with rage.
"I think he's just being creative." Then Sakura handed Tomoyo an envelope.
"I don't think so. He's just… formal Gala Exhibit?" Tomoyo did a double take on the invitation. Then she fainted.
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(Two days later)
"I still can't believe he did this," Tomoyo said as she walked into her living room with Sakura.
"Tomoyo, it's over. Besides, I must admit it was beautiful," Sakura said.
"Think what you want to think, I'm still angry."
"Why are you so angry about it?"
"I don't know. It's just that whenever I here that name, my blood boils," Tomoyo said.
"Or maybe your just flustered about Eriol," Sakura snickered.
"Don't start," Tomoyo answered back.
"Let's forget about it then. How about we have brunch on Saturday morning, at the café along Rosewood St.?" Sakura suggested.
"Okay."
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"Oh dear, I'm going to be so late!" Tomoyo grimaced as she drove in her car. "I just had to take a wrong turn."
When she reached the café, she took off her coat and walked in.
"Sakura! Sorry I'm late," she apologized.
"It's okay, I came here a bit late too," Sakura responded.
"Excuse me ladies, make I take your orders," a waitress approached them. They stated their orders and waited.
"So, when will we be going back?" Sakura asked Tomoyo.
"Tuesday afternoon," Tomoyo said.
"Tuesday afternoon?" another voice suddenly questioned. Tomoyo raised an eyebrow. Why was that voice familiar? She turned to face the speaker, who at the same time turned.
"Eriol?"
"Tomoyo?"
Both suddenly blushed, much to Sakura's amusement. For the two were near each other, almost five inches away from an almost embarrassing experience. Nevertheless, Eriol recovered quickly and greeted them good morning. Tomoyo was leaving Tuesday afternoon? How soon!
Tomoyo just nodded and sat back down.
"Sakura?"
"I didn't have anything to do with this," she said in complete honesty.
"Then let's go," Tomoyo said as their orders were placed in their table.
"But we just got here, why don't we enjoy the view?" she smirked. But Tomoyo refused and stood up abruptly. Unfortunately, she slipped and fell back on the floor. But as it turns out, Eriol had caught her in time. In time for the coffee cups to fall on them, soaking the two.
"I knew I shouldn't have worn these stilettos," Tomoyo muttered. "I'm sorry, Hiiragizawa, again."
"Please call me Eriol, Ms. Daidouji. Also you Ms. Kinomoto. We've met often enough to disregard the formalities," he said as he helped her up.
"Very well, Eriol. Tomoyo to you then," she said without thinking. Her mind was spinning too fast. Very embarrassing, ne?
Sakura was sniggering too much. She couldn't take it any longer. She decided to play again. "Mr. Eriol, why don't you come with us at so we could replace your dirtied apparel?"
"It's okay, Ms. Kinomoto, I-"
"We insist. I suggest we go to your place Tomoyo, since it's nearest," she said without a moment's hesitation.
"I doubt if Ms. Tomoyo here would agree to your idea Ms. Kinomoto."
"Sakura. Please, we've been friends a long time ago," Sakura said. "Right Tomoyo?"
Tomoyo glared with fury at Sakura. She couldn't believe that her best friend was doing this. She wanted to avoid Eriol as much as possible and here she was, doing everything to get them together.
"Fine. It is okay with me then," she said. To save her face or what was left of it.
