Lucy Lacemaker Novels & Stories

“VP Clark, Lucy—this is our jewelry designer for the show. This is Adela.” Adela offered a small, polite smile and nodded in greeting. Her eyes swept briefly over VP Clark—elegant and clearly competent—then settled on Lucy. Dark red lipstick, chestnut waves, and heavy makeup that didn’t fully cover the dry patches on her nose. So this was Lucy—the actress tangled in all those recent Layson Norman dating rumors.

Lucy said with a trembling hoarse voice, "Wyatt, can't you see the state I'm in?" She raised her arm, covered in red patches. It was a terrifying sight to behold. Wyatt was silent for a moment before saying, "Eva hasn't rested for an entire day! The bracelet must be done tonight!" "What if I say no?" Lucy's eyes reddened, yet she had no more tears to cry. "Are you going to lock me up in the cellar again, letting those insects bite me to death?"

"Ripley Group placed a large jewelry design order and gave me three days to design a necklace no one had ever seen. I don't know how to do it! Lucy, why don't you come clean to your husband and tell him you're Alicia?" "I…" Lucy sighed and said, "I can't move now. I'm in endless pain from just answering the phone, let alone creating a design draft." Sasha shrieked, "What do we do now?" A glint flickered in Lucy's eyes. "Come to Ripley Residence and bring a sketchbook. I'll teach you how to do it." "Okay, I'll be right there." With that, Sasha ended the call. Lucy looked at the door. "Is there anyone outside? I need to use the bathroom."

As her eyes twinkled, I could not stop my tears from rolling. **** "Where is Lucy? She has not returned with bodice that I gave her to cut the threads! The other day that I asked her to fix buttons on a dress I was seeing, she fixed it all wrong. What a useless girl!" Alice, one of the renowned designers in the Hub, complained loudly the next day. "Lucy!!!" Her words hurt me and made me mad. "Do you pay Lucy to do these things for you?" I confronted her. Her eyes widened first before darkening.

The stylist and designer looked over in tandem and their eyes sparkled with interest. “And who is this little fairy?” the designer asked. Lucy blinked in surprise. “Lucy.” They chuckled. “Who are you wearing?” Camille chuckled. “She made that herself, of course. She can’t wear anyone else’s stuff.” Her comment was supposed to be snide, but it had a different effect. “You made that? Are you majoring in design? You’d get into the industry easily.” Lucy blushed at the compliment. “I’m going to school for something else. I was in drama club, working on props and clothes, so I thought I would make it myself.”

A figure stepped out from the shadows. Not a guard. It was Lucy. Except this wasn’t the Lucy from school, I will call her Lucy Hunt for clarity, because she is the one with messy ponytails and cheap nail polish. This Lucy Hunt was wearing hunter tech with sleek black armor, glowing lines down the arms, a blade in her hand. Her eyes flicked over us, landing on me. “I told them I’d get you here,” she said and her voice didn’t even shake. “I just didn’t think I’d regret it.”

It was like the universe was telling her not to give up. Lucy had wanted to be an actress since she’d been a little girl and had starred in her first school play. She’d been a strawberry in a play about making sure you ate your fruits and vegetables. It wasn’t the most exciting role, but Lucy had loved it so much that she’d worn her strawberry costume around the house for a good month before her mom had finally put her foot down.

I said still fighting back tears, Lucy had been a kid sister to me and my responsibility. I was sure many of them didn’t know her very well and I decided to tell them about her as a form of eulogy "Lucy was one of the very first female I met after I had a disagreement with my first pack who wanted to go on a killing spree and I rejected and a dance had ensued, bloody and difficult dance of me and Blake against 10 of them. And we dance until we prevailed, it was first just me and Blake Santos hoping to build a new pack, then we met Lucy Richards. She was a strong and determined female who had strong convictions about her belief and had been a victim for it. She had fought her whole life for w

Lucy said and rummaged through her bag and took something out of it. “What are you doing?” James asked as he frowned. He had a lot of things to ask, but had to wait for her to calm down, he did not want to rush her. “Oh! I… I made a muffler for you and also, a bracelet,” Lucy said and handed it to him. James was overjoyed and could help but ask again if she really did make it for him on her own. “Um, I did! I had been making it since I remembered that you are about to leave.” She replied in a low voice and smiled and once again looked down; she simply could not see him in his eyes and was scared that he might hate her or something.

It’s not their fault that Max is a manwhore. A tap on my shoulder has me stopping my dance and mixing to turn around to find Lucy. Her short golden blonde hair is in a cute bob. Her blue eyes pop thanks to the makeup she has on and the tight blue short halter dress paired with her sparkly silver heels. “I know you aren’t planning on baking like that.” I comment while pausing my music.