Sakura was woken up the next morning by a knock on her door.
Slowly she opened her eyes a crack and rolled onto her back.
"Come in ..." came the sleepy pink-haired woman who tried desperately to keep her eyes open.
A shy young woman entered in a black, medium-length dress and a white lace apron around her waist.
Timidly she took a step towards the girl who was still lying in bed.
"Um ... e ... sorry for the early morning disturbance, but your mother is waiting for you downstairs in the salon.", She stuttered to herself.
"Clarins, I've already told you a hundred times that you can call me", said Sakura and grinned at the young, brown-haired woman, while she slowly sat up in her four-poster bed, "Please tell her I'll be right there , I'm just getting ready. "
"Well, I'll tell her that," said the maid and disappeared from Sakura's room with a shy smile on her face.Sakura sighed loudly and dragged herself to her wardrobe.
With a jerk she opened the door and stepped inside.
She quickly took some comfortable clothes and disappeared into the bathroom with them.
She quickly got into the shower and turned the water on to ice cold.
Then she finally woke up.
When she came out of the bathroom 15 minutes later, she was already dressed and made up.

With quick steps she went out of her bathroom, down the stairs and stopped in front of a large, dark wooden door. She knocked out of courtesy.
"Come in ...", it came from inside and Sakura opened the heavy door.
She looked around.
Her mother was sitting in the middle of the large room on one of the black leather armchairs.
Sakura walked up to her with quick steps and sat cross-legged across from her.
"Ok, what do you want mother?", Sakura said with an annoyed undertone because she doesn't like to have long conversations with her mother."I wish you a good morning too, my darling.", Said Mrs. Haruno and smiled sarcastically at her daughter.
"Mother please!"
"Well, I just wanted to remind you that we have a dinner party tonight and don't worry, there won't be a lot of people coming," she said and looked at her daughter expectantly.
This in turn just sighed.
"And how many would that be?" She asked after a brief pause.

"About 50 of our closest friends ..."
"50 ?!" shouted Sakura indignantly.
"Honey, please my ears," said Mrs. Haruno in a calm tone.
"50 ...", Sakura mumbled quietly to himself, "50 closest friends ..."
With these words she got up and withdrew slowly into her room.

Once there, she went to her large balcony.
The wind blew gently through her short pale pink hair.
She sighed.
// Well, that can be a long evening. Today I can’t sneak away with some lousy excuse ... //, she thought, resting her elbows on the railing, resting her head on her hands.In the evening:

"Clarens! The roses should be in the foyer. And the lilies on the big table.", Mrs. Haruno called frantically to the servants.
"Yes, that was my fault. Sorry!" With these words she hurried to the table and took the roses back outside.
"Of course it was her fault. Definitely not mine!", Sakura's mother mumbled to herself and collapsed exhausted into an armchair in the drawing room.
It was always so hectic when they had guests.
Mrs. Haruno shooed the employees around, the employees let themselves be shooed around and Sakura?
She verified herself in her room until all preparations were made.

Slowly, Sakura rose from her red sofa and walked over to the mirror.
She had already got ready, as the first guests would be arriving in less than a quarter of an hour and now she was looking at herself in the large mirror set in a golden frame.
She wore a pink cocktail dress, there was a slit on the side that went down to her thigh.The neckline was much deeper than the clothes she usually wore, if she wore any at all, and the straps and the neckline were black lace. A wide black ribbon was tied in a bow around the waist.
Her hair was pinned up, only a pair of pink strands fell loosely over her face.
She had just put on some make-up, that is, she wore light green eyeshadow and some transparent lip gloss.
When she came down the stairs, her angry mother came towards her.
"Where are you staying? I'm waiting for you. The first guests are coming soon," she called and frantically shooed her daughter down the last steps into the foyer.

"Mother! Calm down. We have all the time in the world.", Sakura put a hand on her mother's shoulder, reassuringly. She gave a resigned sigh and looked at her daughter apologetically.
"Sorry but you know how I can be sometimes when we have visitors ..."// Yes, I know that only too well. She is nervous and annoyed about every little thing. Most of the time she also takes it out on me ... //
Sakura preferred not to speak of her thoughts, just nodded.
Together with her mother she greeted the first guests and said how happy she was to meet them. But already after ten minutes the eternal sluggish became too much for her and her fake smile disappeared.
And she quickly sneaked out of the foyer into the salon, while a couple of the guests were already stimulating or just sipping their drinks. Sakura sighed in resignation. She hated these kinds of events. She would rather sit alone upstairs in her room and read a good book, or at least have a party with a couple of young people of the same age.

She looked around. As a waiter passed her, she simply took a drink from the tray in his hand.
The waiter was about to start informing you that this drink was meant for another guest but when he recognized her he smiled briefly and turned on his heel and disappeared back into the kitchen to get a new drink for the guest.Sakura didn't know what it was that she was holding in her hand, but she hoped it was something alcoholic, because if not she probably wouldn't survive the evening intact.
"Ah Sakura there you are. I was wondering where you went.", Sakura turned around and looked into the smiling face of her mother.
// Oh, what's next? //
"I would like to introduce you to someone ...", she said and pulled Sakura a little rudely to an older man who looked at her with an indefinable look.
"So Sakura may I introduce, this is Mr. Uchiha, a colleague of your father."
"Good evening. You must be Sakura, I've heard a lot about you"
"Hello.", Sakura just said and put on her playful smile again.
"Hm my son has to be here somewhere ...", he first looked around and then looked back at Sakura,

"You can't miss it: black hair, black eyes, about your age ..."
That was the excuse Sakura had been waiting for."Um yes ok ... then I'll go look for him ...", she said quickly and turned around with a smile and quickly disappeared into the crowd that had formed in the meantime.
At first she didn't even think about going to look for him. She had no desire to talk to any spoiled snob about the stocks on the stock exchange, because she had better things to do. Almost.
She didn't want to be in this stuffy building anymore. So she went outside to the terrace where only a few people were standing.
When she looked around, she saw a visibly bad-tempered boy her age standing in a corner, smoking.
From the description it looked exactly as Mr. Uchiha had described it.
He had to be his son. You could see that he was just as annoyed as she hadn't even bothered to tie his tie properly. But that was exactly what suited him. His black hair was tousled and thankfully it wasn't slapped with gel and combed back.He had one hand buried in his pocket and the other was holding the cigarette.
All in all, he looked very attractive and was something different compared to the spoiled snobbies she usually got to know. She walked slowly in his direction. He didn't seem to have noticed her yet. She stopped about three feet in front of him and held out her glass, which she still hadn't drunk from.
"Here, you seem to use something alcoholic now, as annoyed as you look.", She said and grinned at him.
When he looked up he looked at her briefly without any expression on his face, but then he also grinned and took the drink from her hand, nodded briefly to her and then emptied it all in one sip. When he was finished he made a face and looked at her slightly disgusted.

"What was that?" He asked her.
"Um, I have no idea ... hehe," she said with a wry smile on her face.
"Great ..." he said and shook his head and put the now empty glass on one of the small tables."I hate such events ..." Sakura said after a while and sighed loudly.
He just nodded, but then he had to briefly. Then grinned, just said "come!" And pulled her wrist towards the garden gate that led out onto the street.
"What?", She looked at him questioningly but followed him out onto the almost empty street.
"I'll take you out of here ...", he said nothing more and Sakura had to put up with the fact that he was not the master of big words.
He pulled her on to a shiny black car.
She looked at it in amazement. She liked it very much. In the meantime he had let go of her wrist and was on the opposite side and got in. When she still hadn't got in after a few minutes, he rolled his eyes in annoyance and opened the passenger door.
"Tell me do you get in now or do you want to stay outside?", He asked sarcastically and looked at her waiting. For a moment she thought about what to do, because her mother would certainly be anything but happy if she just ran away with a total stranger boy.But then curiosity grabbed her and she got on without thinking much further.
When she closed the door again and buckled up, she looked at him.
"Where are we actually going?"
He looked at her and grinned mysteriously.
"Will you see when we are there." Then he switched on the engine and they drove off.
During the journey they didn't speak a word to each other and Sakura just looked out the window. Outside the sun had just set and you could only see a light streak on the