It is beautiful, Sakura thought as she gazed at the bright rainbows that formed from the crystal chandelier by the window as sunlight shone on it, causing it to sparkle everywhere in her bedroom. She reached her hand out in midair as if to catch them. The prism of colors appeared on her pale skin instead.
“Another beautiful spring day,” she said softly.
She turned her face to her right to look at the alarm clock on her bedside table and noted it was nearing nine in the morning. Suddenly, her stomach flipped.
Today was the day she’d get to see her biological mother, the woman named Haruka Tanaka, the woman who worked as an assistant to the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana. The thought made her smile. Finally, after one full year of searching and waiting, she was able to mee
