“Hope,” Angelica said with a bit of a tease and a warning. “Let’s at least entertain their idea. Hmm?”
“Fine.” Hope focused back on Logan and Florence, once again waiting to pay attention to what they were going to tell them. “What’s the plan?”
“I know this is going to be leading a bit when it comes to how you’re planning on fixing this hotel, but what if part of the plan was to help them make a main event that drew people here? Think Oktoberfest but in the spring. We won’t call it that, but something similar. We can set up a mock one on a small scale and have the two of you attend as part of the draw.” Logan crossed his arms, as if that was the extent of his plan.
Hope narrowed her eyes at him, still not entirely sure how all of this was going to work out in the end. “How is that going to get us good press?”
“Because you’ll do a few interviews there, we’ll invite journalists as PR for the show, and they’ll snap photos of you.” Florence nodded, as if she already had all of this planned out.
“And social media, of course,” Logan chimed in.
“I don’t do social media,” Angelica responded. “Lyric manages all of that for me.”
“But Hope has quite the following on social media, especially Instagram.” Logan pointed at her.
“I do,” Hope answered. “But I can’t be doing interviews and taking photos or video for content, and most of my content is professionally made.”
“We want you two to go live while there,” Logan said.
“And dressed up for the event,” Florence added.
“Dressed up?” Hope asked.
“What do you mean dressed up?” Angelica said at the same time.
“In clothes that would suit the event,” Florence explained.
“You mean like a costume party.” Hope couldn’t believe it, and she didn’t think that Angelica would ever give in to that demand.
“Call it what you like, it’ll be unique, it’ll show you off relaxing, and you two can enjoy yourselves. Lyric and Cadence will be in charge of your phones to help make the content for the evening. It’ll come off like it’s organic and real, not made up to be put in front of cameras.” Florence raised her eyebrows at them, like she expected an answer immediately.
Hope leaned back in her chair flabbergasted. Who had come up with this wild idea anyway? Did they even know and understand Angelica? Because she’d hate this. She’d despise it.
“Let’s do it,” Angelica said.
“What?” Hope hissed out the word, tensing instantly. “Really?”
Angelica shrugged slightly. “I’d like to see you dressed up like the St. Pauli Girl.”
“I’m shocked, genuinely.” Hope laughed, her jaw nearly on the floor.
“Why would that surprise you? You know how much I like beer.” Angelica gave her a pointed look before smirking. “And how much I like my women,” Angelica murmured that into her glass of wine, tightening her grasp on Hope’s fingers. “Let’s try it. It’s something new, and I think Lyric could use getting out a bit.”
Hope hummed in response to that. “Fine. I guess I’ll be your St. Pauli Girl.”
“Oh I love a good bar wench.”
“Angel!”
But all Angelica did was laugh.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
“There’s nothing unique here.”Angelica leaned over the reception desk made of a deep and well-worn wood. It looked like it was something straight out of a beer garden bar in a basement.
Hope leaned over from the opposite direction, letting her gaze drop down to Angelica’s chest before flicking it back up to meet Angelica’s eyes. Angelica loved it when she did that. Because it told her exactly what Hope was thinking about in that moment.
