The Naples Attack

I hesitantly answered the call. “What now?” I cried over the phone.

“Are you okay?” I heard a female voice ask from the other end.

“Oh, yeah, who is this?” I asked.

“One of your clients,” she stated. “My name is Freda from Naples. I have a business for you,” she introduced.

“Really, ma’am? Luna Bianchi speaking, how may I help you?” I spoke professionally, forgetting my initial fears.

“I have a wedding coming up in a week. I want you to shoot on my wedding day. Are you up?”

“Of course, ma’am. Shoot all the details into my email and I will be there.”

“Sure,” she affirmed and hung up.

“Wow, I got another job!” I exclaimed cheerfully. I headed inside to clean up the bloody mess and begin work for the day.