Falling for Sakura
Mary, with her head still down and jotting notes, finally asked the youngest brother, “And you, Conrad?”
“Sakura,” he said softly. “I like Sakura. I want Sakura.”
All the brothers felt the same way and couldn’t help but look at her like little pups who wanted to be petted.
“No,” Mary said, jotting down notes furiously. “You can’t have Sakura. Sakura is not on the menu. It’s a Japanese flower and you can’t eat it anyway.”
Sakura blinked and turned to look at Conrad. “Are you okay?” she asked.