Synopsis

A hush fell as Mizuki announced the class would present a play for the school arts festival. Sakura’s breath hitched; the woman from her dreams, the one who seemed to know her deepest thoughts, was Ms. Mizuki. Roles were assigned by a drawing mirroring the Amida Buddha, and fate decreed Sakura the prince, Syaoran the princess. During lunch with Yukito, the details of their roles remained unspoken, veiled in a blush of embarrassment. They settled on practicing lines together the following morn