The Wedding Planner's Romance
By. Yuuna Miyako
PAIRING**E x T
GENRE** Romance, AU
SUMMARY** Tomoyo Daidouji is an ever cheerful wedding planner but she isn't married herself. What will happen if her handsome, enigmatic childhood friend, Eriol Hiiragizawa suddenly asks her to plan his own wedding for him?
AUTHORS NOTE**Chapter 4! Thanks for all your support—the reviews really mean a lot to me. I'm sorry for the late chapter. My friend invited me to a three day sleepover and I haven't even started this chapter. To note my readers in advance, I'm taking a break from writing after this chapter. My family and I will have some big thing going on—so please don't freak out if I don't update for a week or something. I'll try my best to recover and to update ASAP after the family thing. But before that, please do indulge the ExT goodness of this chapter. More interesting things insured, mostly now when Tomoyo realized her feelings. XD. Love you all.
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REVIEW CORNER**
Wafflesz – Oh yes he does. And it isn't easy. XD. Well not really, Tomoyo treats Touya more like older brother. But who knows what Touya feels?
winterkaguya – That's interesting! I wanna watch.
Akemi-kun – It won't be ET if they won't. And yes, he knows just too much for his own good.
redeyes143 – Hahaha, it's summer. And plus, I didn't wanna lose touch of my writing and my flowing ideas.
mitsuko310 – Who knows? He could be enigmatic as Eriol sometimes.
Nana – That's nice to know. XD.
cheng – Hahaha, I know.
iluvthis. – Updated.
Winter Ink – Syaoran will be introduced in the future—and the SS is another story.
0jaz0 – ^^~ glad you like it.
Norymar Potter C. - ^^ Next chapter, up!
KiNoMoTo18 – Yep, a hint of it. But still ET all the way. XD.
asga – Eriol should show his feelings once and a while, eh?
Saicy – This chapter will be the wedding flower, the next is the dress and the tuxedo as you said. Thanks for all the support Kei-chan XD.
Cha- Thanks for the review too!!
Nanita – Glad you like it.
Mysterious Sapphire Butterfly – Everyone has the same idea XD. But thanks though!~
Anonymous – Thanks a lot.
angelcool – Its there—of course. It's just she doesn't have the guts to look at it, mostly now she realized her feelings.
THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!~ Hope you guys enjoy this chapter.
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Chapter 4. That Flower**
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"Tomoyo, are you okay?" The golden haired woman asked worriedly as she noticed Tomoyo Daidouji let out the fifth sigh she let out that Monday morning. Sakura is now genuinely confused—Tomoyo was acting the same way she was when Eriol's sudden engagement was announced—the very same actions Sakura thought Tomoyo won't show after declaring that she'll plan the Londoners wedding.
It was strange that the usual calm Tomoyo Daidouji is in an emotional rollercoaster these past days. Did something happen that she didn't know about? Sakura glanced at her friend—most likely. But she didn't want to press the issue, and rather asking her, Sakura decided to wait until Tomoyo came up to her willingly.
Tomoyo let out a tired smile, "Yeah, just exhausted."
"You look like a mess." Sakura bit her lip, "Did something happen?"
A 'mess' was an understatement. Tomoyo looked like she didn't sleep for two days straight, haven't eaten properly and didn't know a hair instrument called the comb. Tomoyo looked like she's going to catch a bad fever too. Sakura never seen her best friend in such a pitiful state and never once she wished to see her like this.
"You should go home," Sakura said finally.
"What?" Tomoyo asked, "But I just came here—and it's a Monday. You know how busy it is in Mondays."
"You look like you've haven't slept and ate properly," Sakura pointed out, "How could you explain to our customers that marriage is a day of pure bliss and a day when dreams come true when you look so depressed and weak?"
Tomoyo let out a soft laugh, "I look that bad?"
"Oh no honey," Sakura shook her head, "You look way worst—a zombie that came off the grave that is. You better get some needed rest before people start saying we're accepting funeral arrangements."
"I just messed up didn't I?" The lilac haired woman asked in a whisper.
Sakura's emerald orbs widened at her sudden words. She didn't know what she meant, of course, and she was itching to know the main reason why Tomoyo Daidouji came to work disheveled and tired. But like she decided earlier, she knew that it wasn't the right time for Tomoyo to talk about it. She wasn't in the proper condition to do anything but rest.
Was she pushing herself to hard?
Sakura didn't know.
"I'll take care of everything today, don't worry about me." Sakura said slowly, "I'm more worried about you. Please, take a rest today okay?"
Both firm emerald eyes and tired amethyst orbs met.
"I-"
"I'm serious, or I'll drive you back to the mansion and make sure you'll never get out." Sakura threatened.
"Okay, I give up," Tomoyo grabbed her suitcase and started heading out the door. But before she completely stepped out, she turned around and let out her ever deep smiles that make a person's heart melt like butter.
"Thank you so much Sakura."
If Eriol just saw that smile of yours—he'll probably be smitten. Smitten enough not to get married to some woman he met at Europe and marry you instead. Sakura's thoughts flew as Tomoyo headed back to the Daidouji mansion. Then suddenly an idea popped in Sakura's mind that made her smile. She quickly grabbed the phone in her desk and dialed a quick number. The phone rang a couple of times till someone picked up the phone.
"Hello? Hiiragizawa speaking." A deep baritone answered the phone.
"Hiiragizawa-kun? This is Sakura. You see—"
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Tomoyo Daidouji felt her forehead—somehow; she caught a slight fever and bad migraine.
Even though Tomoyo returned to the Daidouji mansion, she didn't want to remain idle in bed even though she didn't feel well. The lilac haired beauty rarely, rarely got sick and so exhausted—and even though she did, she hated acting like one. She had to admit, she was happy to be back home, not wanting possibly faint in the office—moreover she lacked both sleep and nourishment, like Sakura said earlier and a upcoming sickness she wish she didn't have.
Even though the housekeepers of the Daidouji mansion wanted to keep their mistress well attended, Tomoyo simply insisted with a tired smile that she was just lacking sleep. Tomoyo decided to take a quick doze off and then decided to think what she should do the remainder of the day since she couldn't possibly go back to the office.
Under her thick white comforters with intricate embroidered designs—Tomoyo slowly closed her eyes, falling into deep slumber.
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A black Jaguar slowly stopped in front of the pearly gates of the Daidouji mansion. And also these gates opened slowly, allowing Eriol Hiiragizawa to enter the premises not even needing to identify himself. His childhood dated years back that even the housekeepers of the mansion knew the handsome Londoner. He treated the Daidouji residence as his second home.
Beside him were a bouquet of assorted flowers and some medicine too, just in case. Tomoyo always loved flowers and it easily cheered her up.
As he slowly drove into the mansion, thoughts filled his mind. Sakura called earlier that day, mentioning that Tomoyo came back home because she looked terribly ill. He wanted to leave his office right there and then, but sadly important meetings and matters was executed that time and was a very major part of the revenue of the hotel chain. Because of this, he didn't even eat lunch but instead decided to leave work early to check on his childhood friend.
Because she's really bad patient, Eriol reminded himself.
There were just a handful times that Tomoyo Daidouji ever got sick, but even though, whenever she falls ill as simple as cold, it tends to be worsen. Eriol was the only person who managed to convince Tomoyo to stay in her bed and drink medicine. Not even her parents could do such a thing—because both were too busy and always away. Eriol was always there when she gets sick, making sure she'll get out of such a condition as soon as possible.
He fully stopped his black Jaguar in the driveway of the mansion, as housekeepers headed to the vehicle to welcome him.
"Good afternoon, young master."
"Good afternoon." Eriol beamed at the young maid who blushed in response, "Say, did Tomoyo come home earlier this morning."
"Y-yes," The young woman replied, "But when she came she insisted she just needed a sleep. She didn't even take any proper medicine. She's currently taking a rest in her room."
"Thank you," Eriol said as he entered the doors, being greeted by more housekeepers on the way. He sped up his walking, heading towards to Tomoyo's bedroom, wanting to check on her and to finally give her the medication she needs.
It's good that she actually slept. She usually tried to keep her sickness away by pushing herself more.
This thought worried the young Londoner more.
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Tomoyo woke up in the noon—the sun slightly up and preparing for the evening. Tomoyo winced in pain as she felt her head ached in total pain as she sat up from her bed. In quick impulse she felt her forehead once more—she has the worst fever she could have possibly have. She felt like she dropped down a hundred storey building and is left in the sun for three days.
"I need some medicine…" She said slowly as she forced her sickly body out the bed and slowly struggled to walk towards the door.
I should have drunk some medicine before I slept. It was the very first time she ever regretted not taking medicine. She thought her illness will go away if she simply slept it off but her condition wasn't any better when she woke up.
She really felt like fainting that very moment, but luckily she managed to hold the doorknob of her door. With all her strength she twisted it and opened the door.
When she did this, it revealed a worried looking handsome cerulean haired man, who was about to knock her door but she opened it before he had any chance to. Tomoyo slowly blinked her eyes to clear her hazy vision and raised her hand to her skull splitting head ache she felt just then.
"Tomoyo."
"E-Eriol…" She let out weakly, not even realizing that she called the young man by his first name and not by his pet name. That time she felt like she just lost the power in her legs. Then, her head throbbed more than she could handle. She wanted to rest and just get sucked in her dreamland. Slowly she closed her eyes and somehow slowly fell…
And it was dark.
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"I-I'm sorry for making you worry." Tomoyo apologized, "I thought I could just sleep off—"
"Shh…I know," Eriol sighed as he laid another ice pack in her forehead, "It's one of your over used phrases when you overexert yourself when you get dreadfully sick."
Tomoyo felt her heart pounding because of the presence of Eriol. Even though he's the main reason why she's in such horrible condition, she can't get herself to blame him for everything. She had a bunch of reason why the whole 'sickness' thing is her fault.
When she realized her feelings in such a critical moment, she felt depressed, a little mad and jealous. Because of this, it affected her sleep and lost her appetite to eat. She somehow overworked herself a little further, pushing her physical and mental limits. Now she's sick in bed, being nursed by someone she wanted to see the very last.
Eriol's only fault is that he let her fall in love with him and was about the get married before she even realized.
"I hope you get well soon." Eriol said finally, as he patted her head, "Get proper rest—we have to go on with the wedding planning as soon as possible."
Even though her heart twitched in his words, his kindness melted her.
"I love you," Eriol whispered as he pecked her porcelain forehead.
Silence. Tomoyo blinked at him blankly, not believing what he just said. No he didn't just say that—maybe she was hallucinating. Ugh, this high fever is really getting into her. She's not only hearing things, but she's hearing things that made her heart beat three times faster.
"What?" Tomoyo asked softly, just making sure he didn't say it.
"Nothing," Eriol grinned, "Now get some rest. I have to head back to the manor because Nakuru's been wailing about your condition."
"Hi-kun—"
"Don't push yourself too much anymore, okay?"
"Hi-kun—I—"
"Very well," he patted her head for the last time, "Call me if you need anything, I'll always be there."
"Eriol."
Eriol stopped and looked at her.
"I love you too." Tomoyo said softly as she slowly closed her eyes and drifted to the most comfortable, deepest rest she ever had.
And she meant that with all her heart.
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"He loves me, he loves me not…"
Tomoyo continued to pick on a rose on the bouquet that Eriol gave her when she got sick. Even though she felt a little guilty, she used it to calm her heart with a simple game of he loves me, he loves me not. Did he really mean what he said to her?
Probably he was joking around—or meant it as friends.
She smiled sadly.
Probably.
"…he loves me."
A soft blush crept to her face when she remembered how boldly she said her feelings to him. It was the fever—she told herself. If she was in her proper mind, it was the last thing she'll ever do. But somehow, she didn't regret it one bit. At the very least she told him how she really felt before tying the knot with someone else. She was content somehow, and finally decided to stop acting like a kid and get this wedding finished as soon as possible.
She took her cellphone as she dialed Eriol's number.
"Tomoyo?" Eriol asked, "What's the matter?"
"Hi-kun, I know what flower to use for your wedding."
"Really?"
"A white rose."
Silence.
"Is there a special reason why…?"
"Not really," Tomoyo said slowly, "It'll match the theme though."
"Okay then."
Actually there was a reason.
In the bouquet he gave to her that evening she was sick, the only flower that ended with a 'he loves me' was the white rose.
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やった、 まった!~
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Next Chapter excerpts**
"You're not planning to make me wear the dress aren't you?"