Sakura Cote Novels & Stories

The Bentley’s door opened with a quiet click, and cool night air brushed against my skin. Liam stepped out first, tall and confident, his unbuttoned shirt showing just enough of his chest under the warm light at the restaurant’s entrance. The place looked stunning; traditional and serene. Red lanterns hung above the wooden gate, koi swam lazily in clear ponds, and soft music played somewhere inside. The two doormen in yukata bowed deeply as we approached. “Welcome to Sakura Haven, Mr. Smith,” they said together, smiling politely. “We’ve been expecting you.”

Here's the address, Brambila estate, 7th arrondissement, Paris. Hope to see you soon and congratulations once again'