Sofa Background For Editing Novels & Stories

Ten minutes later, I’m sitting behind my desk in my office. Much like every other room, the office has been completely redecorated. The walls are pale grey, and the desk, bookcase, etc., are dark mahogany. The sofa on the other side of the room is black, and the rug matches; even the wooden flooring is dark. There’s also a massive portrait of Lana and me sitting proudly on the wall to my right. I like to see my mate, no matter the room I’m in. I can’t have her in the physical yet, so pictures will have to do for now.

John sat on the black leather sofa in the middle and, after ending the call, glanced at the fashion designer in front of him. "Change the color to purple, four days' time."

"Ms Cynthia Frost," the interviewer said her name with interest. They were seated at the interview panel, Cynthia sat elegantly on a single brown leather sofa , her background was a large screen displaying the theme of the month in white bold letters but also complementing her choice of formal attire in both color and charm. Her make up was flawless and minimalistic, highlighting her already bright facial features, her hair neat and professionally styled. Cynthia radiated elegance, seated confidently with her calm demeanor and poised posture conveying her professionalism and readiness.

I said happily to her and I am still amazed at what I am seeing. We do not have a sofa in our house and I can only see this in the pictures in textbooks or on the internet that is why I am really amazed. I am one hundred percent sure that most of the things here in this house are I can only seen in the pictures. The two big endless curved semi circle sofas are colored light brown and in between them is a glass center table. Each side of the sofa has a plant that also looks expensive. There are also some round and cute color brown sofa chairs in some parts of the living area.

She hugged Elena like a friend who had been watching a small sapling grow. “Good to see you,” Sofia said. “We’ve got a small charity meet tonight and I need someone to tighten our packet designs. Can you take the banner and the flyer and make them feel like they belong together?” Elena set down her portfolio and opened it on a clear stretch of desk, the pages still smelling faintly of pencil and fresh eraser. She loved that the people here talked about color as if it were a living thing. “I can,” she said. “I’ll start with the banner. Give me the logo files and the copy.”

Sofia's eyes reddened with hot tears that were streaming down her face, she threw a hand to her mouth to stifle the loud sob that threatened to explode Matteo stood in the dimly lit room, confused and turning slowly like he didn’t understand where he was or how he got there. “Mommy?” his small voice echoed faintly through the speakers. It shattered something in her. Lorenzo’s eyes locked onto the feed as he studied every detail, shadow and even the slightest flicker of light. “Enhance it,” he said. Sofia was already moving, wiping her wet eyes. “I’m trying…hold on…” Her fingers moved rapidly, isolating the signal, clearing distortions and sharpening the image. “Got it.” The feed stabilized a

106 The living room was warm and aternoon light came through the big window and made patterns on the floor. The sound of cartoon voices filled the room. Bright colors flashed on the phone screen. Lucas sat on the big sofa, legs pulled up under him. His eyes were fixed on the phone and his thumb moved fast. Footsteps came from the kitchen. And Sofia walked in. She had a white cloth in her hand which she used to wiped her palms with it, one by one, like she always did after cooking.

Sofia continues to chatter about her activities during her long distance relationship with Haidar. The woman also showed the designs of her wedding invitations to Haidar. Even though the man asked to send it via cellphone, Sofia still showed it directly. “I really like these light blue and silver colors. How about you?” asked Sofia, showing him the invitation of her choice. “Not bad. I just agree.” Sofia pursed her lips. “You always just agree. It's not cool!” the woman protested.

Medyo paos ang boses niya at parang kinakapos sa oksihena nang marahang ilapag ng lalaki sa isang sofa sa library. “It’s a pleasure.” Parang nanunukso ang tono at pati ang ngiti ni Liam habang hinahagod ng tingin ang mga pisngi at mga labi ng dalaga. Agad na dumiretso sa pagkakaupo si Abigail. Bahagya pang nagulat nang makitang nakakapit ang mga daliri sa handbag. Yari sa mumurahing synthetic leather ang bag kaya hindi bumagay sa malambot at tunay na leather upholstery ng sofa. Inilapag na lamang niya sa carpet, katabi ng black shoes.