The Eye Witness

Chapter - 1

Eda Yildiz and her friends were soaking up the delicious rays of the summer sun on the yacht that Fifi Yildrim's parent's owned. Her parents were in Greece for the month so Fifi had free reign of the yacht and the girls were making the most of it.

Fifi worked with her parents in their import/export business, managing the Asian markets. She had been groomed from a young age to handle the business and was fluent in seven languages. The girls always found it funny when Fifi would start off in Mandarin on a conference call, it was such a change from her cool and calm exterior. When Fifi got going her hands were flying, no longer calm and cool Fifi! Their own dark girl, Fifi loved the color black. Her thin body was always wrapped in some form of black clothing to match her black hair and nearly black eyes.

Melo Yucel was the most upbeat of the four of them. Eda and Melo had been raised together from a young age. When Eda had been orphaned Melo began spending more and more time with Eda until her parents allowed Eda's aunt to take over raising her. Melo was one of seven children, she knew her parents loved her but one less mouth to feed and child to look after definitely helped to ease the burden. Melo was the eternal optimist, she worked as a wedding planner and was surrounded by love 24/7. Love made Melo happy, she hadn't found the right man for herself but she was sure he was out there. Melo's reddish brown hair and whiskey colored eyes were always sparkling, her mouth was almost always lifted in a smile. So what if she carried and extra pound or two, she was confident with who she was and was loved by her friends for who she was.

Ceren Basar was currently passed out in one of the bedrooms. She didn't get much sleep as a resident. Ceren came from a long line of lawyers, so when she said that she wanted to become a doctor they were horrified. Not that being a doctor wasn't a noble profession but everyone knew that Basar's were lawyers. Ceren promptly told them that this Basar was a doctor and proved it to them by graduating from medical school at the top of her class. She was currently doing her rotation in the Emergency Room and hadn't slept in four days. They wouldn't let her sleep too long, doctors' orders. Ceren was smart as a whip and took no attitude from anyone. Too many doctors and nurses saw her pretty blonde looks and wrote her off as a silly girl, that was their mistake, not hers. You didn't want to be on the receiving end of her razor sharp wit or tongue.

Then there was Eda, she had the grades to become anything she wanted to be but art had called to her from a young age. When Eda was a toddler she was finger painting with her mother at the kitchen table. She had graduated from finger paints to oils and acrylics. She didn't remember the fingerpainting, photographs kept her memories alive. Eda's parents were murdered when she was a young child. They were closing up the flower shop when they were caught in the crossfire during a bank robbery across the street. The thieves had never been caught and Eda's life was never the same. Eda had been in her studio for the past month preparing for her first large gallery showing. She had shown her work on a smaller scale, selling regularly out of several upscale galleries in Istanbul. This would be her first solo show though and she needed the time to just breathe.

The four girls were so different but so close having formed their tight bond in primary school. They all went their separate ways when they headed to university but found time to reconnect often. Eda and Ceren modeled in their spare time for extra cash. Often times heading to exotic locations with Fifi and Melo along for moral support. Tall and blonde with green eyes, Ceren modeled for the fun of it and because she loved the clothes, shoes, and jewelry that she was gifted. The Basar family was wealthy and Ceren had no need of these gifts but she liked knowing that she earned them. Ceren stopped modeling when she started med school, she had no time for it any longer.

Eda modeled for the money. The flower shop was always teetering on the brink of financial ruin and she was responsible for bringing it back in the black. Eda had a tall and slender frame combined with angelic features. She had a mane of chestnut hair, too many colors to just be brown, and chocolate eyes that could spark fire. She was a photographers dream. While art was her passion she continued to model for the money that it brought, though infrequently now and only for a few designers.