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.