Page 57 of A Home for Harmony
“Are you sure you’re not?” Harmony asked Belle. He winked at her again.
“Gurrrrl, you and I are going to get along famously. Come on over here and tell me a little more about yourself. Some things are just so private.”
“For a reason,” she said. “You know, Belle. Like the name of your partner.”
Belle put his arm around her and led her to the couch. “The thing about you and me, we understand the need for the other’s privacy. We do what we do, but our loved ones don’t have to be part of it.”
“No,” she said. “They don’t.”
“But you can still tell me some juicy bits about you that won’t track back to others,” Belle said.
“Maybe,” she said, smiling. “Only if you share the same.”
“Deal,” Belle said, putting his pinky out for them to hook them together.
And as Belle predicted, Marion came rushing in with two minutes to spare, out of breath, saying she had to run up the stairs to the sixth floor because she was afraid the elevator was too slow.
Overly dramatic as always, but she loosened up and they started to film.
“The light isn’t right here,” Marion complained. “I need it moved. Can I just do it myself?”
“Hang on,” Rick said. He instructed one of his staff to move and get it the way Marion wanted.
Harmony finished her makeup in less than two minutes. She’d keep it just like this while she went out with Lizzie tonight too.
She had light-colored baggy jeans on with canvas sneakers on her feet and a short pink sweater that was fitted to her waist. They were given instructions for everyone to wear a specific color top. Their bottoms and style of clothing could be their own. She’d change before she went out tonight.
She loved that Belle was over the top with bright red and his makeup followed suit.
Harmony was in pink and her makeup was always thin and on the light side. Fresh was how she liked to be described.
Marion was in burgundy and putting her signature smoky sultry eye with black razor thin liner on.
Sitting by Belle now, Harmony was leaning on his table with her chin in her hands and handing him the next color to apply, the two of them laughing freely, and not even needing to be instructed on what to do.
When they were done, of course Marion was last because she was starting and stopping enough, so she and Belle went there to interact.
Because things weren’t going as planned, Rick stopped production, ordered Marion to complete her work, and warned her to stop hogging the spotlight or he would fire her.
The threat worked. Marion finished, they got their group shots done, and were walking out the door thirty minutes later.
Harmony’s phone went off and she pulled it out quickly to see Lizzie telling her that Danielle wanted to join them tonight. Danielle had worked with them at Media Creator.
She replied that was fine and put her phone away so she wasn’t being rude.
“I know you live here,” Belle said. “Or in the area. What’s a great place for lunch close by?”
“I know a lot of places,” she said. “Tell me what you’re interested in.”
She had no care in the world that Belle was in full makeup, his red wig in place matching his sweater. She thought it was awesome.
“I’m going back to my hotel,” Marion said. “I need to rest up for tonight. I’m meeting some others online that are here. Do you want to join us, Harmony? I know you know a lot of them.”
“No,” she said. She noticed Belle wasn’t included in that. It could be that Belle had already said what his plans were earlier or that Marion liked to pick her group. Since Harmony had more followers than Belle, she was assuming it had more to do with Marion wanting to brag or show off. “I’ve got plans with friends. But thanks for asking.”
“What are your plans?” Marion asked. “You didn’t say.”
And she wasn’t going to. She didn’t trust Marion to not put it out there where she was going to be and who she’d been with earlier today or was in the area.
