Falling for Sakura
If only Jane were to discard her thick, very unfashionable glasses and wear contact lenses instead, Sakura knew for certain men would fall at her feet.
Sakura watched as Jane sipped her coffee, this time very slowly, savoring the beautiful flavor.
“Now then, are you so very sure I’m allowed to come tomorrow?” Sakura asked suddenly. “I mean, I’m not bothering you or anything?”
“Of course,” Jane put in immediately. “I’m an assistant of an assistant of Mr. Tachibana. I help organize everything. I’m the third boss behind the scene.” Then she muttered to herself, “If only they recognized my talent.”