Chapter 8: Change because of a certain London boy
At the airport
"We're back!" Tomoyo and Sakura said, inhaling the cool, spring air that could only be found in Japan.
"Finally I could sit in my bath tub and take a long deep, sleep," Sakura sighed as she hopped in the backseat.
"Me too," Tomoyo said.
Then they both sighed.
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One week later,
"Welcome back Tomoyo-san, Sakura-san!"
"How was London?"
"Did you meet--"
"Have you been to--"
Various degrees of excitement lit the air as the employees of the House of Morgen chattered excitedly about the trip abroad.
Tomoyo and Sakura answered it all without a tinge of irritation. They got along very well with the staff that they were like brothers and sisters during times like this.
After sometime, Tomoyo and Sakura went their separate ways to their departments of work. Tomoyo had a meeting to attend to.
"How was everything?" Tomoyo asked informally.
"Everything is still going well Daidouji-san, of course with a few downsides," Satomo answered.
"Like?"
The meeting seriously went on. Comments, suggestions, and clarifications were stated, like in a normal meeting.
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"Tomoyo, may I ask something," Aichi, one of Tomoyo's executives and friends, asked.
"Of course," Tomoyo said.
"What happened to you?"
"What do you mean 'what happened to me'?"
"Well, you were quite bubbly during the meeting," Aichi said. "Does it have something to do with your trip to London?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm so happy to be back here," Tomoyo answered.
"Did anything bad happen there?" Aichi asked again. "Like, you ran into him or something?"
"Well, it really wasn't bad. Yes, I ran into him," Tomoyo said as if it was nothing.
"Running into him must've been something," Aichi giggled before returning to her office.
"What?" Tomoyo stopped before realizing what she said. The tall, dark-haired girl did it to her again.
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"As you might've heard or read, Spain has been nominated to host the first-ever Global Fashion Convention," Aichi started the discussion. Every employee working at Morgen was gathered to an official general assembly.
"And since this is a global event, and a fashion affair at that, we expect our representatives for the interaction to run into 'very particular people'," she emphasized in a rather nonchalant tone. Aichi caught Tomoyo's raised eyebrow but she proceeded.
"The objectives of this affair are to enhance diplomatic ties among countries through fashion, to be able to know the fashion history of the different continents, in general, and to show the world what we've got!" she said with a proud smile. And since the House of Morgen is the most popular name in Asia, the convention committee has nominated our company to present a showcase regarding the fashion evolution of Asia."
So the meeting went on, discussing the activities until the time came when they touched upon the subject of designing. Tomoyo stood up and raised her hand, calling for attention.
"I'd like to emphasize the point that our company's reputation is at stake when we present our designs. This performance would let the world know of our creativity. If we succeed in coming up with fashionable clothes which at the same time, reflects the historical heritage that we have acquired. We can succeed in soaring higher. We can do anything," she ended.
The lecture hall broke into thunderous applause.
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"There!" Tomoyo exclaimed happily. She held up her design. It looked historical in any perspective. It's also very trendy, she thought. Wait a second, why does it seem familiar to me?
But she shrugged it off and placed the piece of paper in a brown envelope at gave it to her secretary to have it picked up by the design committee.
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In England
"Here you go," Eriol handed a brown envelope to the person who was in charge of collecting the designs for the Global Fashion Convention.
"Thank you sir," the messenger then exited. Eriol sank back in his chair. He recalled his design. Very European indeed, he praised himself. It would look magnificent on a very pristine white doll with long, dark, and wavy hair and bright eyes, with a complacent smile, and a-
He shook his head. Why did my mind drift into such fantasy?
