Falling for Sakura
“You didn’t have to do that, Mary.”
Mary chuckled. “Twenty-four is a big number. Almost a quarter of a century, if you think about it.”
That was true, but Sakura never thought about that.
Mary took a step back. “I know your real birthday was probably sometime earlier than this, but since you were found at the orphanage two days from now, twenty-four years ago, then technically speaking, it’s your birthday.”
Sakura chuckled. “Thanks, Mary. You remember.” Then she thought none of the brothers would have remembered. Why would they? She wasn’t important to them.