Chapter 2

The Revelation

This is not how I imagined it to be, not at all. I know that girls have dreams of how they want their perfect weddings to be like, how their dream guy will be like, I have those dreams too. Yet I'm getting married to someone just for some money…I know I made the decision, but somehow I feel so regretful. But I have to learn to put my family first. And that's what I'm going to do.

Sakura was sprawled over her queen-sized bed with headphones on her ears. The events of last week fresh in her mind. Her convincing Tomoyo to start a new line of work, which of course would actually make Tomoyo happy, and then there was that dinner with the Wang's. Oh yes, who could forget that very eventful evening, after all it was that night that she had met her fiancé.

Soon after Sakura had left Tomoyo's house all dressed and ready to go, it had started to rain. She had called her driver, Jouji, over to pick her up so she could go straight to the Wang's house. As soon as Sakura had arrived Jaya and Xiao greeted her, Xiao, with hugs, and Jaya with kisses. Sakura had noticed a sparkle in Jaya's eyes was present, she seemed quite content compared to their previous encounters.

When Sakura had entered the living room, she had noticed her brother and father were already seated with grim expressions on their faces. Sakura greeted them with a smile, and Jaya, who had been holding Sakura with their arms entwined, lead her through their home, sat her in a seat, and sat down right beside her.

It seemed as if their son hadn't arrived yet and Xiao was now engaged in a conversation about business with her father and Touya. And Touya, who looked as though he was oblivious to the whole conversation, kept giving her guilty side-glances. Jaya had now relieved herself from her maid and turned to Sakura, "My darling, you look very appealing tonight."

Sakura smiled at her in return. She was wearing that ginger glossy dress that Tomoyo had made. With her heels, she looked 5'10" for a change; she had very neutral make-up on, with very auspicious jewelry, which included two dangling earrings and a diamond necklace. "So tell me? Are you nervous?" Jaya asked Sakura attentively, she had a very genuine smile on her face. Sakura hated to admit it, but she had taken a liking to Xiao and Jaya, they were in fact a very likable couple.

"Yes," she got out, a familiar thought entered her mind, what if Tigen was mutated and really short, maybe she should have worn flats instead. "How tall is your son?" She blurted, she didn't know where that had come from, and now she really regretted saying it. But to her surprise, Jaya giggled a bit.

"Don't worry darling," she assured Sakura, resting a hand on her shoulder, "He's as tall as his father!" She declared, and as soon as she had said that, the room went very quiet.

Sakura looked over to the doorway only to see, as she presumed to be Mr., and Dr. Wang's son, Tigen. He was indeed tall, at least 6' feet, he had his mother's honey-tanned skin and even her gray eyes, but Tigen had his father's white-blonde hair. He, Sakura had to admit, was one catch, not the mutated bloke she had worries about earlier.

"Hi everyone," he spoke with his frisky voice; Xiao got up to walk to his son.

"Ah, son, we were getting worried about what was keeping you." Xiao said loudly while walking him over to the seat beside Sakura, whom was busy memorizing the details of her champagne.

"Sorry father, you know how the traffic is." She heard him say beside her; she looked up to meet Touya's eyes. Even though his face was neutral, Sakura knew he was furious about this whole dilemma. Touya wasn't the one to hand his little sister over to an anybody, she had always thought that she would have probably never end up marrying if he kept his little charade up. But she was now an independent women, and those empowering thoughts didn't occur to be even the slightest of frightening.

"Well then, I'd like to introduce everyone then, Fujitaka-san, Touya-san, and Sakura-chan, I'd like to introduce my son, Tigen Wang." Xiao spoke up. Pointing to everyone as he went along, Tigen bowed his head to Fujitaka and Touya and smiled at Sakura, who reluctantly smiled back.

Jaya stood up, "Now let's being with dinner, Fujitaka-san, Touya-san, Xiao, if you would please follow me, we will let our brood get acquainted." Xiao got up right away, Fujitaka followed suit, and Touya the slowest, he glanced once more at Sakura and she gave him an 'I'll be all right look'.

As soon as they were gone, the chef entered with that night's dinner. The chef gave his speech about that night's delicacies and soon enough was gone. The clinking of forks and knives against the china was all that you could hear. None of them dared to speak up. When the appetizers were brought in, Sakura had to point out that she didn't eat meat, except fish. Tigen too didn't eat the appetizers, so the chef went straight to the desert. It was exotic fruit ice cream; both Tigen and Sakura both ate quietly again. When the steers once again came to collect the dishes they were both in an unnerving silence.

"So, Sakura-chan, uh…may I call you that?" He spoke diligently, Sakura looked up at him and nodded silently. "Why don't we go sit somewhere else," She looked up once again and nodded. He stood up and went to pull out her chair.

He grabbed her hand harshly and pulled her behind him. Sakura was highly sensitive, she could not stand cruel pains or aches and even a harmless poke would bruise her exceedingly sensitive body. She cringed at his strength and felt very uncomfortable at the sudden gesture. But she did not utter a word and bit her lip instead. She followed him through corridor after corridor until they were outside in the garden. The rain had by now stopped, and there were dewdrops everywhere. The sudden thought occurred to Sakura about her fiancé, 'at least he's romantic,' she had thought the idea of brining her into the garden under the moonlight was very mysterious. He led her to a bench under an oak tree. He had let go of her hand by now; but as Sakura had noticed, was advancing towards her very suspiciously. When she let her guard down and looked away for a moment, she felt hands grab her waist. Tigen had pulled Sakura over to him and put his other hand on her head and had pushed her head down to her shoulder, so her head was resting on his shoulder. "You look very nice today," he avowed in Sakura's ear. Every hair on Sakura's body stood straight, and she had goosebumps on her skin. What was he doing, Sakura thought, 'What does he mean by today?'

"Uhm…thanks." She got out, what was she supposed to do, this was her husband-to-be after all. Wasn't he supposed to hold her? Why was she defending him, whether it be him or anyone, they had no right touching her unless she gave them permission to do so. And just because she had to marry someone she hated to save her family's life's work, didn't mean she had to be happy with it. She would definitely get an annulment; she didn't like this 'Tigen Wang' at all.

"You know," he said looking down at her with his misty gray eyes, and Sakura suddenly fell into a trance. "I was so happy when my mother told me I was getting married, you know she's from India, and it's pretty normal to have an arranged marriage, and I spent most of my life there. So it's okay by me, and obviously by you since you're the one who accepted it."

Sakura felt sick to her stomach, so all that Tigen had thought about her was the fact that her parents had bought her for some billion-dollar amount. She was a product to save her father's company. Tigen had absolutely no respect for women or their rights, or the fact that they were also human and had feelings. She felt like she had to speak up, he probably thought she was some decent quite girl who knew nothing of the world and the harshness of society. He thought just because of their first meeting he could null her around and control her to do what he had wanted. Well, sorry for that, Sakura was a contemporary girl and she did not believe in those silly old traditions about the men of the house.

"So what do you do Sakura darling?" He asked after the sudden quietness. She felt disgust, the words 'Sakura darling' didn't seem like they belonged in his mouth. She pushed herself away from him and went to pick up her purse and pretending to be getting something out of it.

"Well," she said getting a stick of gum out and putting it into her mouth to start chewing on it, "I live in England, and I run my father's branch there, we have this very important project that I'm head of-"

"But you are no longer going to be, as you will be living here from now on." Sakura's plan went down the drain, but she wasn't going to be broken into his wishes. She had already shown him with her discreet actions that she was no pushover.

"Yes, well I'm quite aware of that, but I have found a new career to pursue, I'm actually working as a model from now on-"

"A model!" He brawled unbelievably. "But surely you do not wish that, that will diminish all sense of propriety in your name."

Sakura stared unbelievably at the man in front of her, who did this Tigen Wang think he was! "No, it most certainly will not." She came close inches from his face and gritted, "And it will be fine with you, or then I suppose…"

"Oh no," he laughed, "It will most certainly be fine with me! Why, I was just playing around, what a wonderful idea, indeed!"

Sakura sat back down, she was not going to be playing in this game of cards, and in fact she was the one who was going to be the player. She sat back down on the bench and grabbed onto his hand and gave him a little smile, 'Indeed, indeed,' she thought.

*

That night she had went straight to Tomoyo's apartment and demanded that she called Eriol this instant and quit because they needed to make Sakura a model right away! And all of this last week Eriol and Tomoyo had been prancing around pampering and preparing Sakura because her first photo shoot was today. Sakura had told her father and brother about her new choice of career and they had been truly mortified. Her father had adapted quickly and had said that was the perfect thing for his little angel. Her mother was also a local model, so her father felt a genuine contentment in his heart. Her brother, on the other hand, was completely devastated and said that wearing skimpy little clothing was not the idea for a decent Kinomoto girl. She had shook him away saying that it was her life and her decision to make and that it had been none of his business. Obviously, he didn't take that well and complained to his father about Sakura being rude but Fujitaka had also shook him saying that Touya should grow up, to which Sakura stuck her tongue out in a very childish manner.

Tomoyo had had all the clothes already made and Eriol, being the multi-billionaire that he is, hooked Tomoyo up with some of the top magazines and she was well on her way to her appointments. The clothes she had made had mesmerized them, and they signed her on right away.

Sakura was going to be this month's Versace cover model.

The very thought petrified her whole body.

Last night Eriol had hired a professional trainer and she had spent all of last night making all the right faces and poses. Some, even Sakura had to say were a bit too much for her, but she adapted quickly. The trainer had pointed out that she was a natural, well obviously, Sakura had thought, after all her mother was a model.

The photo shoot was at Imperial Plaza in Tokyo. Sakura was currently listening to music and reading, or rather researching, a habit of hers from her years of studies and work from England, the Versace image of the perfect model. "The woman I have in mind when designing," she read Donatella's words, "is one whose individuality and inner confidence shines on the outside. She is also sophisticated, sexy, smart and dynamic. The contemporary woman is not afraid to be a woman. She can still be powerful by maintaining her femininity and sensuality." Sakura read the words again and again, but she still couldn't convincer herself to think that she could be that woman.

Hell, looking at all those skinny, perfect, models made her stomach squirm. What if, when the team saw her, they would say she was too fat? This was ridiculous; she was acting like a child. And she got all the training that she needed, and that man was the best there was! Eriol had ordered him to come from all the way from Milan in the beginning of the week. Surely if he had said that Sakura was a natural, then surely she would do perfectly fine in the photo shoot.

Sakura turned on her back and took off the headphones, "Sakura-chan! Please, I don't know why you won't open this door but we need to get going!" She heard a familiar voice at the other side of the door shout. She quickly got up and ran to the door and opened it. Tomoyo stood there with a red face.

"Sorry Tomoyo-chan! I didn't know you were knocking, I couldn't hear you, you see the headphones I was wear-" She was stopped short of Tomoyo's hand rising up with annoyance.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. Now we need to go right away," Tomoyo said while walking into Sakura's room. She grabbed Sakura's tote and steered her away trough the door. "And Sakura, your going to do whatever I say, don't protest alright?" She looked over to her friends' nervous eyes, "Oh, Sakura you know you can trust me, I would never make you do anything that wasn't right."

"I just don't want to do something that will scare father, Touya, or Tigen at that." She said regaining her confidence.

"I would never do something like that! This is clean." She said while they descended the stairs.

"This is Versace, they don't know what clean is!" She protested against all odds, anything she would say would not make Tomoyo change her mind about the outfits she had already picked out for today.

Tomoyo stopped walking and turned around to Sakura, "Would you listen to yourself! The whole world doesn't revolve around you Sakura, this is my big chance to make it. And it was your idea anyway." Tomoyo closed her eyes and took a big breath. "Today is not the day to have told me that, you were the one who said she wanted to be a model. It's simple, you just have to take pictures with those clothes, and it's not like your wearing them all the time. This is also your big chance, don't blow it. Money won't get you anywhere in this business. You have to be strong and believe in yourself, and your manager. I know what I'm doing." Sakura stared into Tomoyo's eyes, they were burning with anger and concern. Tomoyo was absolutely right, she was supposed to be here for Tomoyo, and that is exactly what she would do now.

"Jouji will drive us." She said smoothly, "And I trust you. Let's leave it at that."

Tomoyo smiled at Sakura and cleared her way, and with that they both exited the front doors.

It had especially been a hard day and he didn't feel like doing anything except sleep. It seemed as of a week ago everything had been going downhill. His German sponsor wanted to pull out thanks to the latest numbers in the stock market, and his Japanese extension had been loosing a miserable amount of money thanks to the lack of advertising. His hotels were getting really bad reviews thanks to its courteous staff and no one wanted to associate in business with him because he turned down that offer for a new project in downtown Hong Kong. This was probably the worst week in his life, and it didn't look like it was about to get any better.

As he neared the door he heard the shrill voice of the house nanny scream. He didn't feel like going trough this today, he just wanted to ignore it and go to his bedroom and fall down cataleptic. Ready to face hell again, he slowly turned the doorknob at a snail's pace and made his way into the front foyer.

*

"WEI! HOW could you have been so STUPID!" He heard the familiar voice of the nanny originate from the kitchen. He didn't even bother; they were always getting into fights. He walked monotonously in front of the kitchen in the direction of the stairs in his loft.

The two figures seemed oblivious to his existence and continued their ramblings, "She just wanted to go play outside, June-san." He heard his butler's calm voice come from the kitchen.

He didn't pay any attention; they were having another fight about letting the dog out into the building. "Do you know how she is, she will never come back, what will Master Li think when he comes back!" June also calmed down a bit. Syaoran rolled his eyes, 'Hopefully she'll die and leave me the hell alone too,' he thought bitterly.

He had had that scrawny mutt for two years and never felt any contentment towards it. He was about to open the door to his bedroom but found that the screaming had not yet ceased and in a last attempt to sleep he would have to have them stop their dispute about a stupid dog. He was thoroughly tired and didn't fee like having to put up with them so in decision he went racing down the stairs and into the kitchen to find the screaming nanny and her less equal companion. "Will you both shut the" he stopped himself short and instead said menacingly, "I wanna damn well sleep, take your fight elsewhere"

The two figures looked up with wide-eyes and the nanny gulped loudly having finally noticed that their master was home. "Master! I'M SO SORRY!"

And as simply as that, June broke down crying. Syaoran was not in the mood for crying Nannies. Instead he turned over to Wei who looked at Syaoran with a quiet look.

"What the hell is wrong with her!" His temper broke out, today was not the day to be PMSing near Syaoran Li.

Wei looked reluctant to speak but Syaoran put a hard expression on his face, "We have seemed to have lost the young mistress." He spoke reluctantly

Syaoran's heart stopped, "WHAT?" He yelled unbelievingly, "What is she doing here?"

"Mistress Li brought her over so you two could bond… she says that the young mistress is getting older and that your arrangement was done with three months ago…" Wei started to walk towards June, who was still busy crying on the kitchen floor, but Syaoran wasn't done talking yet and he had still a couple of things to say.

Deciding otherwise that he wasn't in the mood to argue he hastily spoke trough his clenched teeth, "What bonding? Fucking find her now or my mother will have me disowned!" Leave it up to his mother to have them 'bonding'. Looking darkly at the old gentleman in front of him we added, "Now," and without another word, he stormed up the stairs.

June and Wei looked at each other with worried looks and quickly fled out the door to look for the young damsel in distress.

Syaoran fumbled finding his keys and remembered that he had already unlocked the door; he swiftly opened the door to be welcomed by humble darkness. Finally, he could relax, just like two years ago, no mangy mutt, no Wei or June, and definitely no—

"Daddy?" He heard a high voice chirp from within the dark corners of the room.

"Niyaah?" He brawled unbelievingly. And in seconds his legs were wrapped in tiny little arms and he was a bit confused as to what had just happened moments ago.

"Daddy, I missed you so much, I waited all day long for you! I love you so much!" The little girl looked up at her father with big brown eyes. She then stepped away and went to get the mutt, who was sitting on his bed. Syaoran stood stunned in the doorway and stared at the little girl. Was this some kind of joke, she loved him!

All his life he rejected her and never spent any time with her, and she still begged to be with him. Children were really stupid.

"Get out of my room Niyaah." She looked up from the bed to her father's furious face with a confused look. She was truly a beautiful child, her big brown eyes, and her long raven hair flowed down to her waist. She had dressed up especially for her father, her Grandma Yelan had bought it for her. She was wearing a beautiful green sundress with a little peony in her raven hair. Her Gee-Gee had told her that her father's favourite colour was green. But it seemed too little, naïve, seven-year-old, Niyaah that her father didn't even like her today.

Niyaah never lived with her father, her Grandma had been telling her when she turned seven years old she could be old enough to live with her father. She had waited all day on her birthday with her bags packed for her father to pick her up. She sat there quietly looking directly at the door. The hours went by, but he never came. She didn't cry that night, she knew her daddy hated weak people. The nice ladies at the Li estate had told her everyday. But Niyaah knew the truth, her daddy loved her deep down inside. It had been three months since her birthday, and everyday she would dress up in green and wait in the front parlor with her suitcases all packed up everyday, and then one day her Gee-Gee got really furious and started screaming about what a insolent child her daddy was and then just today she had drove her over herself. Niyaah was truly thrilled.

"Oh, are you going to change daddy?" She pointed towards his ensuite, "You can change in there."

"Get out of my fucking room Niyaah." He looked straight into her eyes and made it clear to even the child that he did not want her there. When she refused to move and sat at the bed with that mutt staring at him, he walked over calmly and sat on the bed, across from her. She took that that action as an acceptance and beamed up at him.

"Listen Niyaah Li, you might have my name, but I still hate you, you make my life a living hell. Get out of my room and I never want to see you again."

Niyaah looked up at her father with big teary eyes and jumped off the bed, "I still love you daddy!" Without another word she ran out the door with her long raven hair jumping behind her.

Syaoran laid back on his bed and rubbed his temple, he had nothing against the little girl…nothing…He stood up and went to close his door, but stopping to look at something that had dropped on his spotless oak floor. A peony. He smiled bitterly. He bent low to pick it up, his tie touched the floor and he picked up the precious blossom. It reminded him of too many, too many bitter memories.

Sakura felt like crying. It was her only love that stuck by her for so long. She had pampered it everyday, watched it grow. And now it was all gone!

*

The hairdresser had cut all her hair off! Now it was this funny childish layered cut with two funny bits sticking out in the front. Hair was all over the place, it was in front of her eyes, hanging down to her shoulders. The stylist called it 'chic' and said that it added a lot of the volume that was deprived from her hair before. Before it was neat and tidy and in a sturdy bun, but now it was like a rebellious teenager's hair!

Tears were now threatening to enter Sakura's eyes. She was sitting on a chair with Tomoyo's designer wear on. It was a deep green tank top, a white camisole, and a skanky little deep sea skirt. She was sitting with her elbows on her knees and her legs wide apart. Her face was set in a confused manner and she was posing for the camera.

"A little lower please!" Sakura heard the director shout behind the clipboard she was holding. Sakura looked over at Tomoyo, who gave her a thumbs up. Sakura felt like rolling her eyes, but she knew that Tomoyo had to have this. Reluctantly she bent a little lower, she was sure that when her brother saw the magazine, he would have a fit.

"Good! Good, now give a little smile. Very good," she once again heard the voice of the director. Sakura kept giving the camera delicate smiles. She bit her bottom lip and bent a bit lower and the camera once again clicked. She could hardly see anyone behind the bright lights. The director and the director were behind the laptop now looking at the pictures that the cameraman had taken so far. Frustrated she bit her lip harder and her eyes opened wide at the pain, and the camera caught that moment.

"Got it! Now that's a wrap people!" The director shouted, all the workers quickly collected their things. The cameraman connected his camera to the laptop VIA satellite and soon enough the important people gathered around the laptop. Tomoyo waved Sakura over to the laptop, she was wearing a silly grin on her face. Sakura patted the non-existent dirt off her clothes and walked over to the laptop to take a look at what they had made. The director, Lenese Giovanni looked up at her and shook her head. "It vas a bit rough at the edges, and maybe the model shad stop eating all those chocolates. Say, what did you say your name was?" She reached over and pulled at Sakura's nonexistent love handles. "Look at that, disgusting."

"Sakura," she replied quietly looking down.

"This probably is the best of the bunch," Giovanni pointed to the screen, "It shows how the woman should feel wearing Daidouji Designs." Sakura looked over to Tomoyo shyly, Tomoyo gave her a weak smile. Sakura looked down to the laptop, her hair was in all directions, her fingers were crossed, and her arms were on her knees. She was sitting down and she was biting her lip and her eyes were wide. The jewelry shined unnaturally and the clothes were much brighter. Her pale skin was shining with a milky colour, and the make-up on her face made her look like a movie star. She loved it, but now that she looked closely at it, she saw it. The love handles! There they were, Giovanni was absolutely right. In the midst of her stunning picture, where the skirt lay low on her hips, they sat snug on her skin…hardly noticeable to the untrained eye but they were there.

If she was going to be in the business she couldn't possibly have such a disgrace of a body, she needed to get rid of them. And fast.

Sakura quickly looked away and started walking back to the changing rooms. She turned the doorknob hastily and pushed the door close behind her, making sure to lock it.

She then hesitantly walked over to the mirror in the changing room and looked jadedly at her reflection. She took the cream camisole off slowly and held it in her hands contemplating in her head about Giovanni's words. She then threw the camisole off to the side. She didn't deserve to hold such a beautiful thing in her hands. She didn't deserve the clothes she was wearing. They were beyond beautiful, and worth much more than she could ever be worth.

She quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes and instead put them to the side very carefully as if they were made of the most fragile crystal.

She then turned her attention to the mirror and studied her naked form. She was a bit on the heavy side, she had to admit. And now that she really saw herself, her ears were too small, her skin too pale, her arms too skinny, her feet too big, and her neck too short. She could see a million things that she had never noticed before. Had Lenese hit a weak spot?

She picked up her damage wash jeans and oxford shirt and slipped them on. She then smoothed the wrinkles in her shirt and smoothed the shirt down, merging it with her warm skin.

She looked back at the mirror and saw her small form. She was quite short. What had she been thinking, she couldn't be a model.

She picked up her tote and slipped on her Mary Jane's and was out the door in seconds.

*

She heard the door click, and she knew who it was right away.

How could she not. She had been contemplating this all day, practicing what she would say and reviewing it over in her head so she was sure she wouldn't miss a word.

She had even come up with several case scenarios, if the conversation didn't hitch her way. If she didn't get to say what she had wanted to say, or if the world was suddenly set on fire, she would have an answer. She had figured out an answer to everything. After all, that was her job, before she got booted and thrown into another business agreement.

That's what it was, another business affair, another meeting, another contract, singed with the devil's blood.

A little over-examining? She would disagree.

"Look," she began with her hand raised up, "Let me start….I….I..I, I need a break. It was my fault. Completely mine, I am extremely sorry for my behavior, I shouldn't have done that. Please accept my apology. I…I know a little monologue on my behavior is not going to make up for my actions earlier on today in the studio. But I want you to know, that I haven't given up on you, and, I'm sorry I let you down….Sorry….I let your dream down. I will one hundred percent make it up to you. No questions asked. And you're my best friend…I don't want to fight with you. And last, I'm sorry I bailed out on you."

Silence. Not that serene silence that everyone enjoys once in a while; it was that eerie silence, the silence that happens when you know something is going to happen but you don't know what that something is. Or that silence, when you were young and you told that boy you liked that you liked him…and he would stand there and stare at you, and then you knew what was coming next; it was that silence.

"Sakura, you're rambling."

Funny. It had made perfect sense when she was practicing it in her mind.

"And…Giovanni doesn't know what she was talking about. We're not going to use another model. I made those clothes based on you. Now imagine that, my clothes wouldn't look any good on a stick figure." Tomoyo came and sat on the sofa across from Sakura. "Anyway, Eriol says he wanted to talk to us about something. He'll be over any minute now." She continued.

Silence.

"So…Am I forgiven then?"

"For what! I, for one, refuse to forgive you, if you haven't committed a noteworthy 'friend-crime'"

Tomoyo got up and walked over to her friend, "Oh Sakura! Don't beat yourself up," she embraced her friend warmly. At that same moment the door clicked once more.

"Uh…Maybe I should come back another time…?"

Tomoyo grabbed one of the cushions and threw it square on the face of their new arrival. Both girls giggled uncontrollably. "Sorry Eriol! Awww! Don't sod and come have a seat you big goofball."

"Glad to see your maturity level is up to par."

"Poof! Did you hear that Tomoyo dawling? I don't think I like this man any longer," Sakura managed to drawl in between a fit of giggles.

"No, no…I don't think I like him any neither," the other girl responded.

"Oh will you two stop it? I have news," this time he went on, "my boss has called me back, meaning, Ms Kinomoto there will be an opening soon in the company. And that you," he said pointing towards Tomoyo, "will be accompanying me for my trip to the boss. There are some brilliant people I want to introduce you to in Hong Kong, they will help you loads."

"Nu-uh, if Tomoyo goes, I go. It's a joint effort. Now I can't have my agent and designer running away from me. We work together now. So sorry boyfriend of best friend's of mine if I've burst you're bubble!" And again they fell into fits of giggles.

"I really have a feeling tonight, that your not taking me seriously. This will give you a great opportunity, the both of you. I mean it will serve as inspiration for Tomoyo and the runways of Hong Kong for Sakura. I will make sure I'm not spending all my time with the boss. And I'll be there for the both of you."

"Well, I think it's a great idea, a fresh start. For the both of us. What do you say Sakura?" Tomoyo asked turning towards her.

"Well….I could use a little vacation time before I have to get prep with the Wang's. God knows what horror's I'll have to live trough." Sakura replied diligently and brought up another fit of giggles between the girls.

"Okay! Then it's final. Pack-up girls. Flight leaves tomorrow at three."

And he dismissed himself quickly and missed the look of disbelief on the girl's faces.