Lucy Lacemaker Novels & Stories

She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk. —Hello, what are you doing here? — the girl looked at her with her eyes full of tears. —I'm looking for a mom, would you like to be mine? — Luciana opened her eyes very wide when she heard the girl, that must have been a joke. "My real mother abandoned me," she said in a sweet voice, "and I think now my father will." The girl's

I said taking a seat beside Ace who immediately pulled me into his arms and sniffed my hair. "I was thinking of making a collaboration with your art gallery next year" "With your fashion line? That will be a great idea, Lucy" I gushed. Luciana has a fashion line and a makeup line and as far as I know, those two came first in her life before Lucas. We love an ambitious woman. "We could sponsor the event" Ace said. Lucas nodded in agreement. We talked over a bottle of wine but Lucy stuck to her favorite apple flavored juice. Two hours later, Ace and I ushered the Harper's out.

I never realized she was so talented when it came to hair before, clothes, yes, but not hair. As impressed as I was, which I vocalized, she just kept laughing it off saying that it wasn't a huge deal. Lucia started laughing as well before telling me that for the last few years she has been the teat dummy for Lacey learning how to do hair. Laughs were all around us when Lucia finished up my makeup to turn me around to face Andy and Jacob. I watched as their eyes widened slowly, or how their pupils dilated before the corners of their lips began to curl as smiles took their features.

The nurse walks ahead of me and then says, “I’m sorry if I’m hesitant but usually, she doesn’t respond well to visitors.” “Okay,” I say uncertainly. Finally, we walk into the room and there’s Lucy. She’s seated on a single bed, her feet hanging over the edge, and she has a pair of knitting needles in her hands. She seems to be making a scarf. Her head is completely shaved but it’s clear that her hair is all white, and she looks very exhausted. She doesn’t take her eyes away from her work as we approach. The nurse turns to me and asks, “How did you say you knew her?”

Lucy returned to her senses, pulled Naomi into the elevator, and then asked with a smile, “Aren’t you the person who helped us the other day? What a coincidence. Why are you here?” “I came here to meet someone.” Francisco nodded and immediately took a glance at them. “Are you Maisie Vanderbilt’s employees?” Lucy was slightly astounded. “You actually know Ms. Vanderbilt?” He responded with a hum. Lucy had always loved to feast her eyes on handsome men, not to mention that she had run into a handsome man who was so friendly, helped them before this, and knew Ms. Vanderbilt personally. Thus, how could she not feel hyped? “By the way, we didn’t get your name the other day. My name is Lucy Xavier

She smiled. " Umm... Lucy, how long did it take you to make this dress? " Rose who wasn't able to contain her curiosity asked. " Three months and Ten days. " Lucy Replied non gallantly mine! Are you for real? " Rose was awestruck. " Of course. " " Wow! " " Thank you very much for the beautiful dress, Mom! " Jemmy said hugging her mom. " You welcome, darling! " " So I guess it's my turn now. " Adam spoke up with a gentle tone.

A wide smile spreads over my lips as my attention returns to Samantha. “We will take the large bag, the small one my girlfriend just pointed out, and…” I point to a tan-colored crochet bag hanging across the room. It looks perfect for Lucy’s farmer’s market hauls. “We’ll also take that one as well.” Lucy hits my thigh with the back of my hand. “No, we won’t,” she hurriedly gets out. Samantha doesn’t listen to her. She places the bag I know is Lucy’s actual favorite back in its cloth dust bag and picks it up off the table.

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.

He asked and she nodded again, cleaning her tear – stained face. “ What are your names by the way?” “ I’m Lucy..” She answered in her small voice. “ And this is my friend Anna… we’re Omega’s” She said quietly but he heard her anyway. “ Uhmm Lucy… What were you telling your friend here..? About the woman with the orange hair?” He reminded her. Lucy quickly glanced over at Anna who nodded her head as if saying “ You better speak up, you got us into this mess in the first place.” Lucy turned to look at the Beta. He didn’t look like he was going to hurt her so there was no harm in telling him right?.

Her hair loose, her eyes red, sitting on a bench Lucy knew too well, the garden behind Greg’s hotel. Her voice, broken but steady, carried through the speakers: *“Lucy isn’t who you think she is. She lied. She lied to me, to all of you. She married Austin DiMarco not for love, but for protection. A contract. That’s all it was. A bargain to buy her way into power.” Lucy’s knees buckled. The words hit harder than any bullet. Her sister. Her other half. Speaking Greg’s script as if it were her own.