Photographer

Art Exhibit

I was Unable to take another step forward, I stood on the sidewalk in front of the Jardan Art Gallery.

"Come on, Jane. When did you get to be such a big yellow chicken?" I narrowed my eyes at her. How can she said that huh? .Lucy smiled innocently, looped her arm through mine, and guided me into the gallery. It was swank, although I guess I should have expected that. Photographs of varying sizes were spaced carefully along the grey walls, each with its own set of lights. Most were in black-and-white, but a few were in color, which added splashes of brightness to the exhibit. Lots of beautiful people around, too. Most of them wore black or some other dark color. Lucy had chosen to go red from head-to-toe, and her low cut dress hugged her entire body while setting off her dark hair. People all over the gallery paused to look at her and I couldn't blame them. My sister was once Miss Rhode Island, and she was every bit as gorgeous today as then, was more excited then me when i came here in simple jeans/Black shirt   with scarf. I stood out as well. My black shirt was the standard black, and it went well with my dark hair and eyes. At least, I thought so.

"Janie Parrish." My body stiffened at the sound of that smooth, sultry voice. I'd only met him twice, but I'd recognise it anywhere. Lucy gave me a light elbow to the stomach.

"Breathe," she whispered.I took her advice, and then I turned around.

Lukas Sawyer stood before me, his eyes intent on mine. He wore a black tux like most of the other men present, but his bow-tie was undone—a black strip of material hanging around his neck— and the top two buttons of his white shirt were unfastened. A long, leather strap held his camera bag against his waist, and he wore a pair of beat up sneakers as if they'd come standard with the tux. He looked great, and all my well rehearsed topics of conversation deserted me. Thankfully, my sister was there to save me. She reached out, shook his hand.

"Mr. Sawyer, it's such an honour to be present at your exhibit. I've been trying to get tickets to one of your shows for almost a decade now." His gaze drifted to her, and he smiled warmly.

"Fan of my work?"

"Oh yeah. You don't want to know the size of my scrapbook." He chuckled.

"What's your name?"

"Lucy. Lucia Parrish." Lukas glanced at her ring finger, then up at me.

"Married?" I finally found my voice, though it sounded too much like a croak.

"Yes. She's my sister. She kept her maiden name, even though John—her husband—doesn't really—" lucy tapped her shoe against my ankle to stop my babbling.what i was saying by the way haha i don't even know.

"Ah." He focused his attention on her.

"Lucia is an interesting name. What are its roots?"

"Hebrew." She patted my arm. "Just like Janie here." Thank God she hadn't called me 'Jane.'

Lukas's gaze didn't leave her. "What do you do for a living?" He asked my sister. To be honest i feel jealous.

"I'm a neurosurgeon." He grinned, took a step closer.

"Funny, smart," his gaze intimately caressed her face, "and beautiful. I don't suppose you'd let me take your picture sometime?" Every emotion inside of me shattered. Lucy? He wanted to take a picture of Lucy? Ok its fine, maybe i am bad if he want to take her pictures then fine I don't even give damn about. Her eyes rounded.

"Really?"

"Sure." He leaned forward. "I can see your life in your face. You wear it well." I had to get out of here. My body was about to follow the lead of my emotions. But my mind had frozen up. I couldn't move. I couldn't say anything.

"Rip!" A short, reedy man hurried toward us. He looked Mason over in dismay. "For Heaven's sake, Rip! Can't you put the camera down for one hour?" He reached for it. Still smiling, Lukas placed a hand on his wrist, stopping him in mid-grab. "Never, ever touch my camera. Understand?" The man gulped, nodded. Lukas looped an arm around his narrow shoulders.

"Lucia, Janie, this is Fletcher Thomas. My manager. He's twitchy, but a good guy." He looked down at him. "Fletch, show Lucy around the gallery, have her pick out her favourite photo, and give it to her." Fletcher turned red and began to sputter. He looked about to pop a vessel in his brain. Good thing that was Lucy's specialty.

"G-Give?"

"Yes, give." Lucy stared at Mason in awe.

"Get out! A Lukad Ripley original?" His mouth crooked.

"Consider it a bribe. To spend a day with me and let me capture you on film."

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Aww is not this cute. Well i am felling bad for Janie, but don't you worry guys, somting's coming.