Noah
A few minutes later, they were walking into a five-star restaurant, and a maître d' came to greet them. “Mr. Princeton, sir.”
“Table for two,” Nicolas said.
“Of course, sir,” the maître d' said and then led them to a table that had a great view of the city of New York.
A waiter was just pouring them glasses of water when a soft feminine voice said, “Oh my, Nicolas.”
Noah looked up and his gaze came to rest on one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Long dark hair, milky white skin, and a face that’d make a man dream of pleasure. He was stunned and charmed. She was the epitome of Snow White, and she reminded him of Haru.
“Sakura,” Nicolas said, chuckling.
The woman came forward, and Nicolas wrapped his arm around her.
Was she Nicolas’s girlfriend? Damn!
“You here by yourself?” Nicolas asked.
Sakura shook her head. “I’m here with Akira.”
Nicolas raised a brow. “Oh?”
Sakura chuckled. “Don’t give me that oh? We’re having lunch.”