Falling for Sakura
Sakura nodded, at a loss for words.
“Where the hell is that stupid necklace!” Lisa shouted again.
Akira said as another makeup artist also placed a mask on her pretty face, “I don’t think you should call that precious necklace stupid, Lisa. It is, after all, worth at least two million.”
Sakura gasped and shot up. “Two million?” she shouted out in surprise. “Two million?”
“Hai,” Akira said, smiling, mask neatly in place. “You are the finale, after all. And besides, you shouldn’t be too surprised. Your gown is worth at least five hundred thousand, what with those beads of pink diamonds and all.”