Invisible string is a story about Angelys Diaz, a model disillusioned by her glamorous life, and Franco Colapinto, an F1 driver seeking something real. Their unexpected connection reveals the power of authenticity and the invisible ties that can pul...
"Art is not just what we create—it's what connects us, what allows us to see the world through another's eyes."
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The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets of Monaco as Angelys and Franco strolled through their neighborhood. The day had been peaceful, spent with Koda and wandering the quiet parks, but there was a sense of excitement in the air as they approached the small café where they were meeting Charles and Alexandra.
When they entered, the couple was already seated, Alexandra's bright eyes lighting up as she saw them approach. She was holding a glass of wine in one hand, a small sketchbook open in front of her, and Angelys couldn't help but notice the way her pencil moved over the pages.
"I didn't know you were into art too," Angelys remarked, surprised.
Alexandra glanced up from her sketchbook, her face lighting up with a smile. "Oh, definitely. I've been painting for as long as I can remember. It's always been my little escape. It's funny, I guess we have more in common than I thought," she said, her voice warm with a mix of surprise and excitement.
Angelys took the seat beside her, intrigued. "Really? I've just started getting back into it. It feels... liberating. I used to paint a lot before everything in my career took over."
Alexandra nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "I get that. Sometimes it's hard to balance what we want for ourselves with what the world expects of us. Art for me, though—it's my way of grounding myself. Of remembering who I am, beneath all the roles I'm supposed to play."
Franco, who had sat down next to Charles, raised an eyebrow at Alexandra's words but said nothing. He could see the way the two women seemed to connect instantly, their shared passion for art providing a bridge that even the most awkward silences couldn't break.
"Do you have any pieces here with you?" Angelys asked, her curiosity piqued.
Alexandra grinned, closing the sketchbook and sliding it toward her. "A few. I like to do sketches more often than full paintings, but I can show you."
Angelys flipped through the pages, each one filled with delicate, intricate drawings—some of landscapes, others of people, each capturing a moment in time with a certain tenderness.
"These are beautiful," Angelys said softly, admiring the detailed lines. "I didn't know you had this side to you."
"I don't usually share it with anyone, to be honest," Alexandra admitted, her tone a little shy. "It's personal, you know?"
"I understand," Angelys replied, smiling as she handed the sketchbook back. "It's the same for me. Art's never been something I could show to anyone. It's mine, in a way. But I've started feeling like... maybe it's time to share it more. With people I trust."
Alexandra's eyes softened. "Exactly. And maybe we can share it together. I've been thinking about doing a collaborative piece, actually. Something that combines both our styles."
Angelys was taken aback by the suggestion, her heart skipping a beat. "You'd want to do that with me?"
"Of course!" Alexandra exclaimed. "We could work on it slowly, just the two of us, and see where it goes. It doesn't have to be anything perfect—it'll be about expression, not about achieving something for other people."
Franco and Charles watched from across the table as the two women continued their conversation, laughing and sharing ideas. Franco smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He had always known that Angelys had more to her than the world saw, but seeing her so at ease with Alexandra, someone who understood her on a deeper level, filled him with a quiet pride.
———-
Over the next few days, Angelys and Alexandra made plans to meet up at a local art studio in Monaco, where they could both work on their new collaborative piece. They agreed to meet in the evenings, after their respective daily routines, to ensure they could dedicate time to the project without distractions.
The first evening they spent together in the studio was magical. The space was intimate and cozy, filled with natural light that poured through large windows. They sat side by side at a long table, each working with different materials—Alexandra with her watercolors, and Angelys experimenting with pastels.
As the hours passed, they lost track of time, absorbed in their art and the conversation that flowed effortlessly between them. They shared stories of their childhoods, their struggles, and the pressure of living in the public eye.
Angelys couldn't remember the last time she had felt so open with someone. Alexandra's presence was calming, grounding. And their shared passion for art created a space where Angelys felt like she could truly express herself, not as a model or someone's partner, but simply as herself.
By the time they wrapped up their first session, the piece was barely begun, but it didn't matter. The process was just as meaningful as the finished product would be.
"I'm so glad we're doing this," Angelys said, leaning back in her chair and stretching her arms above her head. "I didn't realize how much I needed something like this—something just for me."
Alexandra smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Me too. It's funny, I always thought I was alone in this—this desire to create for myself. But I'm so glad I'm not."
As they packed up their supplies, Angelys couldn't help but feel a sense of renewal, like she had tapped into something she'd been missing for so long. It wasn't just the art itself, but the connection it fostered—a connection with herself, with Alexandra, and with the world around her.
