Thankfully, the family had not moved.
Olivia entered the cell, set down her camera, and knelt by the twins. She had always found it best to address the youngest member of any portrait. The parents would listen, and the young ones tended to do what she wanted if she treated them as important. Which they were. Vital.
She told the girls, “I’d like to take your picture.”
The mother asked, “Here? In this place?”
“Right here, right now.” Olivia continued to address the wide-eyed girls. “And I’m going to show the world just how beautiful you truly are.”
The man started to shift, then stilled when Olivia lifted a single finger.
She waited until he had settled, then went on. “If I can capture this moment, I’m giving it to your family. A Christmas present. Would you like that?”
The twins did what Olivia hoped, which was to look at their mother. When the woman nodded, Olivia rose to her feet. “Here we go.”
