“Now this is the life,” Harmony said upon entering Victor’s den. “What a cozy room and with a cheery fireplace going, too. I could live here quite happily...ever after!”
She settled herself comfortably into what happened to be Violet’s favorite over-stuffed chair by the fire and lifted her feet onto the matching ottoman. “Can’t get any better than this, I think,” she mumbled as if ready to fall instantly asleep.
“Shall I leave you so you can have a nap, Mom?” Violet asked.
“Absolutely not!” Harmony said. “We’re to have a serious chat. There are things we need to straighten out… away from prying ears.”
“What… things?” Violet said, an ominous feeling creeping up her spine.
“Oh, I think you know,” Harmony said, moving her feet over a bit to make room for Violet on the plush ottoman. “Come sit.”