Manuscript

Prologue

The pen was shaking in her hand. She should be proud but that wasn't none of the mix feelings Gisele was having in the moment. Her mind yelling 'write it' but she couldn't move a finger. That couldn't be possible, it was hard to believe she could do that. Her fingertips hold the paper lightly in the table and finally write "The End.".

Gisele raises from her seat and reach for the cigarettes, when found she walks towards the balcony of the room. It all was silence. The apartment, the street, everything. She takes a seat in one of the chairs and light up a cigarette. It was quite cold outside but it could be ignored. All she could think was if the book would be accepted or not. She tried so hard for everything to be right and was so careful with all the words that it would be more than a disappointment if she couldn't ever have a good opinion about it.

The cigarette was smashed on the ashtray when it was over and Gisele went back to the warm room. The room though, was also a huge mess, the maid who used to clean up her parents house was really missing out there. That house really need a clean but there's no time in her plans for that.

That, was the time for something else. The email had to be sent, she had to know if they would accept that piece full of words or not. The thoughts were killing her, saying that was something missing or there was something wrong even if Gisele already edited the book twice, but who could help? The nerves talk for themselves.

After she wrote all the final words in her laptop, she attached the file of the book, a click was made in the white bottom with the word 'send'. With a sigh, Gisele sent the book to one of the best publishers of England, it's almost impossible to ever get an answer. But she was faithful.

A bip was heard on her phone, a few hours later. Maybe it was an automatic email, but her heart was jumping.

'Dear Gisele,

We received your email and glad you choose us to work with.

We send an answer as possible as we can.

Have a nice day,

Evan Walker.'

She wanted to answer over and over again and then cry because that email was something. But it also could mean no more than an horrible waitlist that will take ages to get an anwer.

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Author's note:

This is how this romance start up (;