Page 44 of A Home for Harmony
“It’s not easy,” she said, keeping her smile in place. “It takes work and it takes a lot of luck on top of it. Imagine what you want your viewers to think of when they see your videos and then ask yourself if you see that. If you don’t, then try again. I’m here if you have questions on the videos themselves, but I can’t help much with what you decide to shoot.”
“I know,” Felicity said, frowning. “It’s just not fair. Margo is such a bitch. The things she says are so stupid and rude and everyone loves it.”
Because not everyone wanted to see people being so prim and proper and forced like Felicity was trying to do, but she’d never in a million years say that.
Felicity’s true colors were showing now with her guard down.
“I’m sorry I can’t help you there,” she said. “I haven’t seen her videos, but I will check her out.”
“Thanks,” Felicity said. “Let me know your thoughts on them.”
“Sure,” she said. But she’d keep it professional.
She disconnected the call and put her head back, then stretched her arms and went downstairs to get some breakfast.
“I heard you talking upstairs,” Erica said when she walked into the kitchen. “That’s early for you.”
“A call in London,” she said. “Felicity took an early lunch to make it from her office.”
“Ahhh,” Erica said. “You sounded like you were talking through your teeth.”
“Hardly that,” she said, laughing. The last thing she needed was for clients to think she was losing patience. She never did, but it annoyed her at the reason Felicity was upset.
“But it didn’t go the way you wanted?” Erica asked.
Her head went back and forth. “Another client that wants to make hundreds of thousands of dollars filming videos of their kids. She even got a puppy hoping for more views, which she got short term, but not what she’d hoped.”
“Not everyone is likeable enough,” Erica said.
“That’s my feeling exactly. She’s acting very forced, and it’s obvious. The kids don’t want to be part of it either. I almost feel sorry for them.”
“Are they being abused?” Erica asked.
“No, not at all. It’s just they want to be kids and she wants them to be perfect little pupils.”
“Oh,” Erica said. “She’s like Mom.”
She pointed her finger. “That’s it exactly! Maybe that is why I sounded as if I was talking through clenched teeth.”
“Has Mom been a pain this week?” Erica asked.
“No more than normal,” she said. “But we visited for Thanksgiving and she knew we weren’t going for Christmas.”
“I know,” Erica said. “But anytime we spend a holiday with Dad over her, she gets annoyed.”
“I’m sure Theo got the worst of it this year with Daisy being pregnant.”
“It’s giving us a reprieve,” Erica said, smiling. “So I’ll take it. How was your weekend?”
“Since you asked,” Harmony said, strutting by her sister to the fridge. She opened the door and slapped down a package of bacon on the counter. “I got me some this weekend.”
Erica looked at her as if her sister thought she was going to cook until she wiggled her eyebrows.
“Nooooooo,” Erica said. “When? Tell me about it. That’s so unlike you this early.”
“I know,” she said all giddy. “How much time do you have before you have to work?”
Erica looked at her watch. “I don’t have any calls scheduled this morning, so we’re good.”
