All Chapters of Falling for Sakura: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

After he had a nice, long shower, Darcy turned on his laptop and started working on his new project. By eight o’clock, he had completed what he planned to get done and headed out the door into the spacious living area of the apartment where all the brothers gathered for meals and entertainment. Once Darcy was in the dining area, he noted Nicolas, Sebastian, Hayden, and Conrad were already there, drinking their standard coffee, made by Beth, their housekeeper, and eating their breakfast. Darcy took a chair beside Conrad and poured himself a cup of black coffee. “I’m starving,” Tristan said a moment later. He slid into a seat and then proceeded to help himself to the perfectly cooked toast sitting in the middle of the table. “Morning,” Logan murmured as he came in, his hair all sticking out everywhere like he’d just had an electric shock coursing through his body. He took the chair next to Tristan and then poured himself a cup of coffee. “Ugh!” He made a sound after swallowing a mou

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the Princeton Hotel, and the girls couldn’t help gasping in awe. People! There were people everywhere. People going in and coming out of the hotel, staff going about their jobs, backstage people lifting equipment from trucks, etc. It was loud and noisy and very busy. Jane quickly got out of the taxi, followed by Sakura, whose eyes widened in anticipation. She’d never been to a fashion show before, and this first encounter really impressed her. She was amazed and greatly enjoyed herself observing her surroundings. Jane grabbed her arm and quickly dragged her to the front entrance. Sakura was even more impressed once they were inside the main lobby. It literally took her breath away. Though outside the building was quite modern, inside was designed and decorated in a French-Georgian classical style with massive Greek-like columns. The walls and ceilings were designed and embossed with colorful gods, goddesses, and fairies. The floor was made of mar

Sebastian took the elevator and came to the top floor of the hotel where his parents’ penthouse was located. In the spacious living area, he found Lady Haruka and his parents, James and Brenda Princeton, having morning tea together. They are getting along well, he thought with a smile, and he was pleased. “Mom, Dad,” he said the moment they looked up. “Sebastian, darling,” Brenda said. “Join us.” He came to sit on the sofa next to his parents and poured himself a cup of coffee. He took a sip and found it was flavorless. Instantly, for perhaps the millionth time, he missed Sakura’s aromatic, flavorful coffee. His face darkened at the thought. Brenda noticed and said, “So how’s the stage inspection going?” “Shouldn’t he tell his staff to do that?” Tristan said from the other side of the room. “Nicolas, I mean.” “All his staff are busy I would imagine,” Logan put in. “And Sebastian is free.” “I think Nicolas is just too easygoing with his staff,” Hayden said, sipping his tasteless

Darcy felt his heart thumping loudly and furiously within his chest. His head was pounding at the reminder of their childhood. Could this tree in the painting be the same tree on St. Joseph Island? But how? No! It must be his imagination. No, he reasoned himself. It was just very alike, that was all, and nothing more. “Ah, there you are,” Melissa said from a distance. “It’s ready.” Darcy turned to her then. “That painting, how much is it?” Melissa blinked, momentarily confused. Then she turned her attention to the painting on the floor resting against the wall. The first thought that came into her mind was, It’s finished? “How much is it?” he asked again, his eyes intense. “I’m not sure,” Melissa said uncertainly, taken by surprise by his tense tone of voice. “I’ll have to ask first.” “Who’s the owner?” Darcy demanded. “Ms. Tanaka,” Melissa said. “But she’s out.” Darcy gritted his teeth. “I want that painting. How much is it?” “I don’t know, sir,” Melissa replied again. “You’

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful. “What?” Mr. Tachibana shouted at Chris Wilson. “Sakura isn’t here yet? And you didn’t tell me this until now? When we only have ten minutes until showtime?” Sakura licked her lips, her stomach flipping in dread as she watched them coming closer to her, still arguing about the missing supermodel Sakura Taito. Ms. Ruka watched Chris fluster in his spot as if he wanted to die. After all, Saku