After a restless night's sleep, Kizashi was stood in the kitchen, holding a mug of strong black coffee, hoping that the caffeine hit would help him feel slightly less miserable. The events from the previous night haunted him in the dark hours, making him question his choices, whether he had made the right decision. It cannot be changed, he sighed deeply as the thought occurred to him, rendering him helpless. He took a sip of the hot liquid, letting it scald his mouth.

He watched as his wife walked into the kitchen; her gaze averted from his. He smiled in her direction, "how are you, my darling?"

Mebuki barely glanced at him as she grabbed a mug and placed it on the machine and pressed the button to dispense the liquid. "How do you think I am doing, darling?" her tone biting.

Kizashi gave her a tight smile, "I understand how you feel, but I did not have any other choice in the-

"You had a choice!" She raised her voice, her eyes burning into his, "you should have consulted with me before making the decision to rob my child's future!"

Kizashi shook his head and sighed deeply, "if there was another choice, another solution I would have taken it, but there is not and there is nothing we can do about the situation now."

Mebuki scoffed at his words, grabbed her filled mug, and turned away from him, "you better make sure you tell Sakura yourself before Saturday, she does not deserve to find out on the day." She walked out of the kitchen, her gown blowing behind her.

Kizashi watched his wife storm out, leaving him alone with his troubling thoughts. He sighed deeply and finished his coffee, placed the mug in the sink and grabbed his jacket, keys, phone and briefcase and made his way to his car. He started the engine and drove to work, his mind on how he was going to break the news to Sakura about her arranged engagement and marriage to a stranger.

He attended the board meeting, letting them know that an agreement had been reached between Haruno's and Uchiha's, one that ensured neither would face any major losses. Hours later and the meeting adjourned, Kizashi sat in his office, when the idea came to him. He grabbed the phone and pressed the button for his assistant, Mira.

"Mira, I need you in my office now." He placed the phone back in the receiver and watched as she walked into the office with a bright smile.

"What do you need My. Haruno?"

"I need you to go and pick out several evening dresses for Sakura, here," he reached into his wallet and pulled out his bank card and handed it over, "make sure they are elegant. Take them to Sakura today to choose one for Saturday."

"As you wish," she took the card, "if Sakura asks why, what would you like me to say to her?"

Kizashi had already thought about this, "tell her it is for an event to celebrate the recent agreement between the companies."

Mira smiled and walked out of the office.

Kizashi decided that he would tell Sakura, closer to the day, no point in stressing her out beforehand.

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Sakura stretched lazily across her bed, blinking awake from the nap she had taken. She was making the most of her time off getting much needed rest and catching up on her sleep. She sat up and grabbed her phone from beside her, clicked it awake and checked the time, 13:58. She sighed and threw her phone back down, "I didn't mean to spend the whole day in bed," she grumbled to herself.

She forced herself to get out of bed before she drifted off to sleep and made her way to her bathroom. She splashed cold water over her face, hoping it would wake her up. Teeth brushed, she made her way downstairs and stared at the mess that was her living room. She pouted at the sight childishly and thought about going back up to bed, "no, we are not getting side-tracked again," she said to herself. She grabbed the trash can and began throwing all the rubbish that littered the area, followed by throwing the dirty clothes in the washing machine and dirty dishes in the sink. Followed by, placing items back where they belonged and finally hoovering the floors.

An hour later, she was done with the downstairs, she looked around and smiled to herself, proud that she had finally gotten on top of the mess, until she recalled the mess upstairs. She groaned and sat down choosing instead to watch television. She selected a random channel, grabbed her phone, and scrolled through her social medias.

She was sat there for an hour when the door bell rang, pulling her attention away from the video she was watching. She glanced at the door, trying to think whether she was expecting anyone or a delivery. The door bell rang again, forcing her off the sofa, "I'm coming," she shouted as it rang for the third time. She pulled open the door and found a rail of clothes, all wrapped in packaging and one of her father's assistants and another woman she had never met looking at her.

"Sakura," her father's assistant, Mira, smiled at her, "your father asked me to deliver these clothes to you."

"Why?"

"He said that there is an event he needs you to attend in two days and he had tasked me to find you something to wear to said event," she waved her hand at the clothes rail, a wide smile on her face, "and I am sure you will love all the dressed I have personally picked out for you."

Sakura nodded once and deadpanned, "I was not told of any event taking place on Saturday."

"You know what it is like," Mira laughed lightly, "events pop out of thin air."

Sakura forced herself to smile, "and what is the occasion?"

"A celebration of a recent agreement," she smiled girlishly.

Sakura frowned slightly at the cryptic answer, she knew that her father hosted many events, some for charities, some for contracts that were completed, but she had not heard of a celebration event.

Mira cleared her throat audibly, pulling Sakura out of her thoughts.

Sakura blinked and nodded again, "well, I suppose you better come in," she opened the door wider and moved out of the way, letting the women through with the rail. She shut the door behind them and was happy that she had tidied up earlier.

The other woman started to unzip each bag revealing the dresses that were hidden inside. Ten dresses were lined up, all of them black, ranging in lengths. Sakura walked up to them and ran her fingers over the material. "How do you know whether these will fit me?"

"Oh Sakura," Mira chided with a laugh, "I am sure you will find all these dresses will fit you."

Sakura grit her teeth at her tone and how overly familiar she was acting, "great," she sighed out. She went through the dresses, which ranged from tuxedo style, to ruffles, to long billowy dresses.

"Your father made it clear that we had to find you a dress by today, time for you to start trying them on," Mira said in a singsong voice.

Sakura rolled her eyes and looked over at the other woman, who gave her a sympathetic smile. Before Sakura could chose a dress, Mira had already picked one out for her.

"I think this one will suit you perfectly, it will show off your beautiful figure," she held up the dress for Sakura to take.

Sakura took the dress, as well as three others before she walked off into her room, "it will show off your beautiful figure," Sakura mimicked childishly as she stripped out of her clothes and slipped into the long dress. She stood in front of the mirror and frowned; she looked like she was playing fancy dress. She got out of the dress and tried one that she had picked. The first a short, sleeveless dress, she scrunched her nose at her reflection and tried on the next one, another short dress with ruffles. She felt like a swan and deciding against it, the third, another she did not like.

Dressed, she grabbed the four dresses and took them down, placing them on the rail and grabbed another four before Mira could interject. She went through the dresses, still not liking any and tried the last two. The last dress she tried on was a long, satin dress, with thin straps, a cowl neck line, a fitted top and a flowing skirt with a slit that reached the start of her thigh. Sakura smiled at her reflection, admiring the way the dress complemented her. She could see herself wearing the dress.

With her decision made, she carefully took off the dress, hung it up and placed it gently on her bed, then made quick work of getting dressed and taking down the dress she did not like.

"Did you find something you liked?" Mira asked, her tone slightly bitter.

Sakura smiled at her sweetly, "I did, the dress you said, I did not like," she hung up the last dress and turned to face the other woman, who turned out worked at a high-end boutique who had helped put together these dresses for Sakura. "Thank you for your suggestion, I really do like the dress."

The woman smiled kindly at Sakura, "I am glad, I have the perfect accessories and shoes to match the dress." She grabbed another bag off the rail and placed a pair of matte black stiletto sandals, with thin straps, followed by a pair of silver elegant dangly earrings that twinkled in the light.

Sakura smiled at the woman, "these are perfect, thank you."

The woman beamed at Sakura.

Sakura turned to find Mira shooting daggers at them both, before quickly rearranging her face and feigning happiness for Sakura, "your dad will be so happy that you found the perfect dress."

"Yes, I am sure he will be thrilled to learn this, especially given that he had personally asked you to pick a dress out for me," Sakura said sweetly to Mira.

"Hmm," Mira smiled, the smile barely reaching her eyes. She turned to the woman and ordered her to take the rail away before marching out herself.

Sakura shut the door, happy with her new outfit, she took the earrings and shoes up to her room and placed them in a safe place, keeping them away from the remainder of the mess that cluttered her floor.

Back downstairs, Sakura picked up her phone and dialled her father's number, she waited for him to pick up, but he did not. She hung up and sent him a message instead.

Hey daddy, how are you? Thank you for sending over all those dresses. Your assistant said it was for a celebration event. Not sure what she meant by that. What are you celebrating? Love you

She hit send and spent the remainder of the day sat on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through videos, and no word from her father.