Free Falling For Sakura: A Secret Proposal (Part 1) by Alexia Praks Page A

designer gown that no woman had ever worn nor anyone had ever seen before. Well, until tonight in—  
    She glanced at the huge clock on the wall to the right. Her heart did another jolt. Jesus! In only eighteen minutes times. Breathe, Sakura, just breathe—she told herself.  
    She had to call Jane. Jane would know what to do. Jane would sort all this mess out.  
    Her hands shaking, she dug into her bag and searched frantically for her cell phone. She found it and quickly dialed her friend’s number. Her whole body was shaking with nervousness as the phone rang.  
    “Hello?”  
    “Jane?” Sakura shouted into the phone, panic in her voice. “Jane?”  
    “Oi! You there. Quickly take this to Mr. Tachibana. Oh shit! What are you doing? That’s supposed to be over there. Quickly fix it. Now! And how are the backstage people going? What the heck! We’re on in fifteen! Oi, you fix her dress now. Shit! Where the hell is Chris! Chris! I need help here!”  
    Sakura gritted her teeth. She knew Jane was busy with work, but Sakura needed help . Pronto!  
    “Jane?” she shouted into the phone again.  
    “Huh? Oh God! I’m sorry, is that you Sakura? Where are you? I can’t believe I’ve lost you in this crazy mess.”  
    Sakura thought—forget about the crazy mess! She was the crazy mess!  
    “Jane? I need you. Please come quickly. I’m in trouble,” she begged. She was almost on the verge of crying but managed to control herself because she didn’t want to mess up her beautifully made-up face that three make-up artists had worked so hard on. She just couldn’t believe she was in this stupid predicament. That was all.  
    “What? What’s wrong?”  
    “They mistook me for Sakura,” she said.  
    “What? Hold on a second. I can’t hear you properly in this crazy noise.” A moment later, “What was it again?”  
    Sakura sighed and shouted into the phone. “They mistook me for Sakura.”  
    A pause and then, “But you are Sakura.”  
    “No, that’s not what I mean. The make-up artists mistook me for Sakura, the famous Japanese super model.”  
    “Holy Shit!” Jane swore loudly into the phone. “Where are you?”  
    “The dressing room,” Sakura replied, her voice shaking. “Please come quickly.”  
    “Right, be there in a second.”  
    “Okay,” Sakura whispered into the phone, her heart thumping hard out within her chest. She took a deep, calming breath and closed her eyes. Yes, everything would be all right. Jane would be here soon.  
    “You looked shorter than I remember,” a seductive voice with a hint of Japanese accent said softly.  
    Sakura gasped and twisted around, her eyes wide in panic. She came to face a very beautiful Japanese model. Tall, slender, and with a face to die for, the woman could really crash the stage with her look alone. She was wearing a light purple gown, beautifully designed and decorated with beads of tiny diamonds around the collar. Her hair, candy purple in color, was also fashioned high on her head into a chignon with a garland of purple flower artistically arranged to the left side.    
    “Baka!” the woman said, blinking as she stared at Sakura in awe.  
    Sakura licked her lip as she gazed at the woman, her heart continued to pound within her chest.  
    “You’re not Sakura,” she said.  
    Sakura blinked. “Well, I’m not and I am.”  
    The Japanese beauty blinked. “What do you mean?”  
    Sakura knew she had to come clean whether she liked it or not. Then there was also the fact that this Japanese beauty might be able to help her out of this stupid misunderstanding. She cleared her throat and squeaked out, “They mistook me for the Japanese model Sakura. What am I going to do?”  
    The Japanese beauty cocked her head to one side as she gazed at Sakura for a long while, as if she was assessing Sakura. Then suddenly she laughed. It was a beautiful, rich laughter that any man would find very attractive. She came forward