It was decided by grandmother to take Tamaki away when he was old enough to leave for Japan, so he could eventually take over the family business. She picked him because I'm a girl, and boys are more capable than girls, at least from grandmother's p...
I look up at the school while my chauffeur gets out to come open my door. The school is one of my favorite colors, magenta. It's such a pretty color. I collect my things when I see my chauffeur's shadow loom over the window. The chauffeur opens the door for me and I step out.
"We have arrived at the destination, Lady Takara," he says with a bow.
"Thank you. You may leave to whatever you'd like to do. I'll get a ride from a friend," I say. "And, please, only call me Takara when I'm at the modeling agency. Call me my real name when just us, Alphonse."
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He nods and closes the door to the limo. "Yes, Lady Tamako."
I smile, fix my sleeveless hoodie, and pat my hair down. "Do I look good?"
"Beautiful as always."
"Thank you," I bow and watch as he gets in the limo then leaves. I enter the school, take a picture of the school's directory, then make my way towards my father's office. Once I'm standing in front of his office, I knock on the door.
"Come in," his voice comes from the other side.
I take a deep breath. This will be the first time I've seen my father since I was around 4. I don't know what he really looks like. I wipe my sweaty hands on my skirt, open the door, and walk in after calming myself down.
He doesn't look up when I enter.
"Are you Principle Suoh?" I ask.
"That would be me. What is it that you need?" he asks and finally looks up at me. "Who are you? Are you new to this school? I didn't get any calls about having a new student..."
"Don't you recognize me?" I ask.
"Am I supposed to?"
"Oh! Wait a minute..." I say and reach up to my eyes and take out my green eye contacts. "Is that better?"
He relooks at me and once he does his eyes water up. "T-Tamako... Is it really you?"
"Hello..." I smile and tears stream down my face even though I promised myself I wouldn't cry. "I-it's me..." (If it was appropriate, I'd totally burst out into song.)
He gets up and engulfs me in a hug. "I can't believe this! Look at you!" he squeals and holds me at arms length. "You're beautiful! You look just like your mother. How is she?"
"Perfectly healthy," I say and shuffle through my bag. I pull out an envelope and hand it to my dad. "She wanted me to give you this."
He takes it and sets it on his desk gently as if it will shatter at being ruffled up. "I'll read it later. What I want to know, is why you're here? Do you have a place to stay? Does your grandmother know about this?"
"I wanted to be with my little brother and you. Yes, I bought a small mansion a couple of days ago. No, please don't tell her."
"Good, and I won't, but she'll find out sooner or later."
