Room Service (On Hold)

Chapter 7

I walked through the lobby, in the direction of the breakfast area. My stomach was grumbling like crazy.  There was a man, who worked here in a suit and I could tell the he wasn’t very happy at all. He was talking to Nicolas who still had an almost unnoticeable pink shade on his hair, just as I had my green hair. I gave Nicolas a What-is-wrong? Look. He mouthed a ‘later’. I nodded and entered the breakfast place, took a seat, and ordered scrambled eggs, without bacon. Bacon tastes horrible.

I opened my laptop and opened Skype. As soon as I logged in, a video chat request from Zara popped in. I clicked accept and saw Zara with a huge grin on her face. It was her grin which meant she was about to squeal some good news. I covered my ears, knowing she would shriek.

“Ianna! Guess what?” She cried. Some people stared at me at the sudden scream that came from the laptop. I smiled uneasily, before placing my finger in front of my lips for Zara to speak quietly, making me wonder why I hadn’t brought my earphones with me. “I will travel to Spain for some days; maybe I could go to France also, to visit you!”

I gasped, and nodded abruptly. “Oh my god!  Really? When?” I asked in a loud voice, causing again some people to stare at me. “Excusez-moi,” I said to the ones staring. They quickly turned away.

“Really! I will come in one week! Your hotel is…?” she asked.

“L’Eiffel Paradise Resort. God, I can’t wait!” I said, clasping my hands together. A waitress came and handed me my breakfast.

“Merci.”  I said, and started enjoying my breakfast. We continued talking, as I finished eating. We said good bye, and ended the chat.

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“Yes. I will be available, though I will add you to my schedule. At 3:30? Perfect. I’ll be there.” I hung up, and began thinking of all the pictures I would have to take tomorrow, for an outdoor wedding photo shoot. How nice, a wedding in Paris, the city of love. This woman, Claire had just hired me for a day to be her photographer, which I gladly agreed to. It would be so much fun, considering I always took pictures of other kind of special events, but never for weddings. I would get paid greatly just by doing something I like. I actually couldn’t wait for the next day, to finally start working on something more serious. If only we were back in Virginia, in my studio, talking to my parents as I took pictures. I had already worked on baby, family, sweet sixteenths, and some other photos.

The next day, I was ready to start working. I drove to the park Claire- Mrs. Tatum, had asked me to meet her. There were three girls with professional cameras, with their equipment already set up. So, I guess this meant I wasn’t working alone. I grabbed all of my stuff, and approached them. Mrs. Tatum smiled when she saw me, and clasped her hands together.

“Oh, it’s so glad you came!” She said, and led me to where the other girls were arranging their stuff. The girls looked a little older than I was. Mrs. Tatum introduced me to the other photographers.

“This is Ianna, she is also very talented!” She said sweetly. The three girls were brunettes, with dark eyes.

“I’m Cecilia, nice to meet you.”  She said. She had really short hair, a bob haircut, and a somewhat tanned skin.

“Amanda. Bonjour,” she had the lightest hair color of the three of them, a light brown. Her eyes looked brown, but I noticed they were actually hazel.

“And I’m Jenn, hi.” She was almost pale, with really rosy cheeks. Her hair was combed into a messy braid.

“Hi!” I said.

“Okay, now that you have met, we can start the photo shoot.” A blonde woman said, which I guessed was Mrs. Tatum assistant. We took our cameras, as another woman helped Mrs. Tatum pose correctly, which looked hard considering she was wearing a bridal dress. She posed on the edge of a lake, on top of some rocks, with some scenery behind. Her black hair looked gorgeous, as it flowed perfectly with curls. Cecilia positioned herself, ready to take the picture, holding the camera steadily.