The Cinderella Project

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Narrator's POV

It was only yesterday when the whole Cinderella Project starts, Thomas was practically searching everywhere for that certain girl that was going to change his life. Since yesterday he had been walking the streets of California in search of the girl, through every places possible, every nooks and cranny, but he didn't find anyone that match the description.

"I only got a few more hours before I took off to London," He mumbled to himself. He sighed as he realized, "I'm not going to push my luck here, and I'll try London,"

And there he goes, in search for his Cinderella.

Meanwhile, Tia was clearly busy with her own world. She kept on painting and painting like it was the only thing she could do in this world, she thought that it was the most normal thing to happen.

"You have got to change your lifestyle, hun." Tia's mother said through the phone. She was calling to see how her daughter is.

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Tia's POV

"What do you mean, mum?" I asked her as I was upside down hanging from the couch in my workshop with my hair hanging down.

"Your life's basically just like this, don't you want any improvement?" my mother asks again, obviously not, I'm fine with how I am right now. But I knew if I said that, it would ruin my mother's feelings. "I'm fine with my life, mum. " I replied back to her hoping that she would just leave me alone.

But of course she doesn't, that's what a mother's job is.

"Why don't you go rafting? Climb a mountain? Go to a concert?" she asked me and I knew she was actually asking with hope.

I sighed, "Mother, I'm pretty busy myself with my gallery, you knew right why I wanted this path?" I sat back up, straightening my back.

It was silent for a while, "I know, Tia. I just want you to live your life, you know?"

"Yes, mum. I am living my life right now," and then I noticed somebody was calling me in the other line, "Got to go, mum. I love you,"

"Love you too, bye." She said, and I quickly changed to the other line, it was Paul.

Paul is a bodyguard of my loyal client; he is the one who usually comes to the gallery to buy my paintings every once in a while for his client. "You saved me, Paul," I sighed as I got away from my mother's babbling.

"What did I do?" His buff voice asked.

"Nothing of importance, what's wrong?" I asked back and lay on my couch.

"Mr. C would like another of your newest paintings,"

After the word got out, I jumped out of the couch and stood in front of my painting, smiling at it, even though it's unfinished. "Yeah, I'm working on one big project, but I think I could only finished it, hhmm," I said while thinking, "how about four more days?"

"Sounds good, Mr. C would buy it anyways, he's trying to impress a girl," Paul said, I chuckled, she must be lucky. Then he said bye and the line got cut off. This client was a mystery.

He never bought the painting himself so I consider him to be a busy man, I thought he was around forties or something, but Paul said he was still young. Since the first time Paul went to buy my painting was the first time I started to admire this, Mr. C. Because obviously, I found somebody who truly appreciated my art, and that was nice.

I put my phone inside my back pocket, "I guess I'm staying here for a few days,"

My workshop has been practically my second home; I usually stay there for a few days to complete a big masterpiece. I stretched out my body because I felt quite sore from sleeping on a couch.