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Wedding Planner's Assistant's Romance

By: Yuuna Miyako

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Disclaimers: I don't own CCS!

Pairing : S x S

Genre: Romance, AU

Summary: The Wedding Planner's Romance Sequel. Sakura Kinomoto is a believer of pure and heartfelt romance. What will happen if she crosses paths with the heartthrob and famous player Syaoran Li? Will she be able to change his twisted point of view of love?

Review Corner:

FFX2player ; Aeriichan : Oh yes it is. Prepare for more Sakura and Syaoran interaction ~!

xXFireRoseXx : With feelings like that, I wonder !~

neko-chiidesu : You're probably thinking like everyone else, but please, read on !

Pianohands : Yes I'm afraid ~ I hope you continue to read!

mitsuko310 ; teenureen: I don't know if this update was fast, but I tried my best. I'll update soon as possible though!

Moonlight919 ; mitsuko310 : An interesting guess for monopoly's identity. Let's see in the near future shall we?~

cupid17 : Thank you! Please keep on supporting!

natsumio : If you mean the messages between Blossom and Monopoly, I'll gladly explain. In the end of The Wedding Planner's Romance, it's clearly implied that Blossom is Sakura talking to her pen-pal whose identity is covered by the screen name Monopoly. Those notes are e-mail messages exchanges with from both characters.

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT! PLEASE CONTINUE TO REVIEW AND SHARE YOUR IDEAS~

Authors Notes: This chapter is regrettably short. I apologize otherwise. Though it's fleshing out the events of things to come, which I promise with all my heart that the next chapter will be much longer and much more significant! Thank you for your support otherwise.

Read and review kudasai !

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Chapter 4 : Handkerchief

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"You now may kiss the bride."

Sakura Kinomoto held her breath as her emerald eyes were completely fixed at the couple in the altar face each other. Her heart ached, knowing her best friend will not be exclusively hers anymore. But knowing that her best friend is in good hands, she knew she didn't have to worry but just be happy for the bonding of these two people in love. With the mixed emotions of both sadness of loss and happiness for the other, Sakura took a deep breath and decided to save the tears for later.

Eriol Hiiragizawa daintily uncovered his bride's face which was hidden behind a beautiful lace veil. He felt his hand shake, which was really uncommon reaction, but inside he was scared. In his mind, Tomoyo was a porcelain figure, breakable with a touch, and could disappear any second. That's why he promised inside he'll love with his all.

Tomoyo Daidouji could feel his worries, since he voiced it out before. What if's and how about's tend to fill his mind-mostly if it concerned her and their future together. But to her, being by his side is enough. No matter what happens she'll be there for him.

Tomoyo let a smile, now her face uncovered as she felt her hear beat faster than ever.

Without missing a beat, Eriol closed the very small distance that separated them with a passionate kiss.

Everyone was dreamy at that moment: women squealed in delight, the married men held their wife's hand and the single men shuffled uncomfortably. Even Sakura felt her heart skip a beat as she captured the beautiful romance novel scene in her phone camera.

"Now I pronounce you, mister and missus Eriol Hiiragizawa!"

The crowd cheered in joy as the couple looked at each other before processing down the aisle once more. One by one the marriage party stood and followed to the ending march as practiced. Exactly when Sakura stepped out the doors she felt tears streaming down her eyes.

"Eh?" She touched her cheeks, now wet from her tears. So much for holding it in…

Then suddenly she found a Burberry handkerchief waving in front of her face. She looked to the right, where the person who held the hanky was standing. He was the same man who sat next to her. Though she didn't really have the chance to properly look at him, she already made a note that he was incredibly handsome. Now that he's standing in front of her, she took a take two.

He was gorgeous.

He had chocolate brown hair that was properly groomed for the occasion, and no matter how warm colored his eyes were, he had a piercing fierce feeling in his hazel orbs. He looked absolutely beautiful in a tuxedo (Sakura never thought she'll ever label a man beautiful…ever).

"You. Take it."

"Me?" Sakura asked. She could imagine if she said anything longer she'd choke on her words.

"Obviously." The husky voice had some kind of 'duh' feeling on it, causing Sakura to blush in embarrassment and quickly snatch the hanky to cover her face.

"Thank you." Sakura bowed, making no eye contact at all, and her face buried in the handkerchief that smelt like women's perfume. Strange…

"Sakura! Hurry!" A voice called her, "We have to head to the reception!"

Before she dashed, she turned around to say thank you once more, but she found herself standing alone.

"Thank you again," She whispered as she left.

"Mou, Sa-chann~" Nakuru Akizuki brought out her ever essential make up bag.

After crying, Sakura noticed how terrible she smudged the makeup when she literally buried her head at the handkerchief she borrowed from the nameless man she just met awhile ago. Luckily she was carpooling with Nakuru who quickly told her how terrible she looked and offered to fix it.

While Nakuru expertly fixed her makeup, Sakura finally had to speak out.

"Akizuki-san, what is your impression of a beautiful guy with a handkerchief that smells like a woman?"

Nakuru stopped to think hard for a minute.

"I got it!"

"Eh, what?"

"Homosexual!" Nakuru piped up.

"A-are you serious?" Sakura felt her heart sink. Then she paused.

Why did she feel that? Was she expecting something?

"Why?" Nakuru asked, moving her eyebrows in a curious manner. Then she spotted the handkerchief in her hand, "Aha. So this beautiful person who…"

Sakura noticed the sudden trailing silence of Nakuru who looked quite disturbed as she finished the last touch ups.

"Okay, you're done." Nakuru grinned as she patted Sakura carefully in the head, making sure she won't mess her hair too, "You go ahead, and I still have to fix my handy-dandy kit."

"Are you sure?"

"Totally. I can't keep the maid of honor in hold."

Even though it took a few minutes to fully convince Sakura to go, Nakuru finally managed to.

"Thank you again!" Sakura grinned as she ran towards the grand hotel.

The ballroom that held the reception was totally grand. Knowing that Eriol and Tomoyo's parents always wished a grand celebratory event for their children's wedding, Sakura knew they overdid themselves once more. It was much better than when she sketched it out for planning. People of high importance and status came and celebrated, some of which Sakura herself could point and name because she saw them in television or what not. Some were some close couples whose weddings were planned by Tomoyo and Sakura themselves.

"Sakura-chan, you're still not dating anyone?" One of her past customers asked.

"No one at the moment," Sakura smiled, not even an inch concerned about herself being single.

"What a shame."

"Oh no," Sakura quickly objected, "It isn't. I'm just waiting for the right one that's why."

Her customer looked at her husband who looked at her too, communicating in a secret way. She then nodded as she patted Sakura in the shoulder.

"I understand."

Sakura grinned, "Yeah."

Sakura easily mingled through the crowd, since she was somewhat a social butterfly. Through the program, Sakura gave her maid of honor speech, again threatening her tears to flow but luckily she managed to hold it. Tomoyo, who was the subject of her speech, was smiling radiantly, being the queen of the night.

"Tomoyo, I want you to know I'll always be there to have lunch with you in our favorite Princess Piffle Café."

The crowd cheered, and she saw Tomoyo mouth, "Of course."

Sakura concluded, "I love you and I wish for your happiness."

The golden haired smiled back in relief, knowing that she did her best to portray their friendship that they cherished for years. The best man also came to give a speech and Sakura without noticing she found herself awestruck when she found the same man who lent her his hanky come towards her.

She blinked as she completely blanked out.

"May I have the microphone?" He asked.

Humiliated, Sakura apologized and handed it over to him as she quickly scurried to her feet.

Then her mind clicked quite easily.

Tomoyo said Eriol's best man is Syaoran Li, who is not only an influential man but an infamous player. The same man whom lent her the hanky sat in the place of the best man.

Sakura's eyes widened.

So…

That person was SYAORAN LI?

A-and that hanky…

Sakura stared at the Burberry handkerchief she neatly folded and placed in her purse.

While thoughts plagued her mind on how such a gentleman could be such a person, Li Syaoran was giving a humorous speech, of course, captivating his audience with his ever glittering charisma. As he spoke he met Sakura's eyes, which was blankly fixed to his face for quite some time.

He let out a smile.

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