Invisible String

4

The Plane takes off and Lucille opened her laptop to continue the remaining clips and editing it.

She inserted the places and typed some interesting things and how to go to those places.

After writing her parts she send it to the online publisher to look for mistakes and editing to add the other facts about the place.

After a long day she took a nap on the plane.

When the plane landed she hurriedly went to a hotel and started working where she left.

Later that day, she went out to grab some food in the local market. New York is such a busy place, a lot of people pass through to go to work, school, and leisure.

He arrived at London and went straight to the art exhibition to place is artwork.

Only a few hours left before the place opens for the viewers.

Lucian and other artist gather up and waited until the start of the live viewing.

The crowd started to grow and so the funds for each artist as people especially in the case of percent-for-art ordinances and entrance fee.

As people come and go, the funds grew and the sun goes down.

Lucille got some feedback about the publishing of her parts in the magazine.

She celebrated the victory of her first-ever shoot for that magazine. "Good Job! You did well," her manager said and they proceed to finish their tasks individually.

The team that lucille belongs to decided to celebrate her successful shoot at a restaurant.

"Cheers to Lucille's First Shoot to get recognized on magazine and the internet! Whoo-hoo!" The manager pops the champagne and everyone else cheered for Lucille.

They eat dinner at Rezdôra and got some wine and Anolini Di Parma.

Lucille takes a photo of her plate and wine. She posted it on instagram and her friends and family liked it.

"So, where is your destination?" A co-worker asked.

Then the manager remembers to inform Lucille about her next trip. "Oh! I just remembered, Lucille, you will go to Italy this summer with me."

Everyone gasp and murmurs of how they wished they're going to Italy as well.

Grace, the bride from the wedding sent her a message.

'Hi! Do you still remember me? I was the bride in Switzerland, I just wanted to ask if you are free on December?'

Of course, it went through her message but it went straight to message request.

[Lucian]

'Lucian, hast du noch Kontakt zu Lucille? Ich wollte sie als meine Fotografin für Schwangerschaftsfotos engagieren. Ich habe ihr auf ihrer Seite eine Nachricht geschickt, aber sie hat nicht geantwortet.' (Lucian, are you still in touch with Lucille? I wanted to hire her as my photographer for maternity photos. I sent her a message on her page but she didn't reply.)

I read the message from Grace, I tried my luck to send the message to Lucille's page account then replied to Grace.

'Ich melde mich bei Ihnen, sobald ich eine Antwort erhalten habe. Sie ist wahrscheinlich gerade beschäftigt.'(I'll get back to you as soon as I get an answer. She's probably busy right now.)

I painted several commission today and earned a good amount of money. I treated my mother a lunch and bought her a gift.

I checked my phone again to see if she replied but to no luck, she still didn't see it.

I walked with my mom towards the parking lot of the mall we went.

It was 2 pm when we went to the mall, it is now 5 pm and we plan to head back home. When I entered my room I opened my computer and log in to my Instagram.

I continued to paint the portrait thats been sitting on my room for the last couple of months.

Slowly I brush some hair details like the photo in my phone each and every single detail needs to be precise as the same from the beautiful angel in my gallery.

Each thin strand of the hair, to her clothes and silhoutte were put in. Once I finished the part where the angel stands, I work in the background such as the place where it takes.

It is another night for Lucille, she got out of the bath and started brushing her hair. The cold breeze of the wind went inside her room.

She decided to close the window and blinds but the snow falling made her jump. It is the start of Winter.

It started a little late this year. It was December 20, and some Christmas light started to be hanged all across the city.

Tomorrow she will not have work until the 23rd due to her job, it is difficult to go to places without the traffic jam.

She sent her boss a letter about it and she works online to continue with the details of other shoots that her co-worker took during fall.

The writing took her time on and off screen as she searches on how to make it more engaging and to caught attention of the readers.

The boss comes up to her cubicle and said,"Bonjour, Lucille. Pouvez-vous faire des détails moitié anglais et moitié français dans notre magazine et tabloïd?" (Hello Lucille. Can you do half English and half French details in our magazine and tabloid?)

Her eyes widened in shock. "Ah, oui je peux le faire je vais juste retoucher les photos restantes et je vous les enverrai après." She answered. (Ah, yes I can do it I will just edit the remaining photos and I will send it to you after.)

She worked extra time to recover from overlapping work. It was late at night and only her floor has the light in the building.

Lucille typed and edit at the same time, it was past eleven when she look at the clock and turned off her computer before she left to go home.

It was one in the morning when she make it to her house. She didn't bother to shower or eat and went straight to sleep.

9 am when her alarm went off and she woke up.

"Lucian, hat sie schon geantwortet?"(Lucian, did she reply already?) This time both the couple asked Lucian about Lucille.

He emailed her and Dm'ed her for the nth time. Later on the stress of not getting an answer went to his head and decided to call her account.

"Hello?" The person from opposite side of conversation answers. "Kannst du wieder in die Schweiz reisen?" (Can you go to switzerland again?)

"Huh?" She replied. "Who 's this?" Lucille ask.

"It's me Lucian." He answered back.