Lucy Does A Television Commercial Novels & Stories

Lucy pushed Rose all the way to the sofas and lifted her off the wheelchair to set her on the mid section of the sofa, she handed Rose a remote control and turned on the TV for her to browse through the channels she wanted. “George insisted that he bought me one, my salary alone couldn’t pay rent at the house I was living in before. But I decorated it so thank you”, she smiled as she answered. “But if the salary wasn’t enough, why do you work anyway?”, Marianne asked. “I like to keep busy, plus I get to help people”, Lucy raised her shoulders and tilted her head in response then she headed out side to help with offloading of the food from the truck. George raised a hand as they meet at the d

Lucy, wanting to keep things friendly, explained, "I'm sick, and Mr. Lucas said I don't need to do any of the work." Displeased with this, Noah pursed his lips. "If you don't need to do anything, then why are you even here on the show? Doesn't that mean you're just stealing screen time without putting in any effort?" Lucy blinked at the accusation. She shook her head and replied, "I'm not trying to steal screen time. I can just stay off to the side." Noah was still dissatisfied. "You being here is just a waste of resources." Lucy's small, round face immediately filled with panic at that. Hesitantly, she said, "I… Once I get better, I'll work alongside you all, too."

So, she grabbed her ID and headed out. As she passed through the living room, her mother-in-law was scrolling through her phone. Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy caught a glimpse of the screen—it was filled with children's toys. She was probably picking out gifts for Shawn and Sharon for Children's Day. Noticing her passing by, the older woman quickly locked her screen. "Lucy, are you heading out?" Lucy nodded. "Just running some errands." "Why don't you wait for Steven to come home? He can drive you."

Mrs. Chancer held Lucy protectively. "Tell us, dear. How can your brother help if you won't explain?" Her eyes were red from worrying about Lucy's self-isolation. For the first time, Lucy felt powerless despite her family's influence. "A video," she choked out, knowing silence would only make the eventual revelation worse. "What video?" James watched her warily. Their mother fell silent, releasing Lucy. "Sarah paid a man 5 million to film me... that kind of video." Lucy clutched her hands nervously.

She smiled through it. “You’re standing,” she whispered. Chase’s voice cracked. “I told you I would.” Lucy stepped forward, small, steady, eyes bright. She wore a soft lavender dress, the shawl Ophelia had given her draped over her shoulders. She smiled at them both. “I’m honored to do this again,” she said. “No script, no formality, just truth.” The family formed a loose semicircle behind them. Elara held her phone steady, filming quietly. Marcus stood beside Sloane, arm around her waist. Sloane’s hand rested on his chest.

“Don’t they normally have warriors patrolling the area, especially with all the recent safety concerns?” “I talked to Luke’s dad, and he agreed to turn a blind eye to tonight’s party. There are perks to him being the beta’s son!” Lucy gave one of her winning smiles. Above all things, Lucy was beautiful, with a supermodel stature, long blonde hair, and sapphire eyes. And she was persuasive—very, very persuasive—and not someone that took no for an answer.