Not a Fan
She barely noticed them originally but now she couldn't help but see them or hear them nearly any time she walked by a window.  Argo's fan club.  A collection of women with questionable morals and surgically enhanced breasts.  Women who threw underwear with their phone numbers in them.  Woman Argo had interest in.

Women who were so different from herself.  Harmony turned away from her mirror with a sigh, again trying to convince herself that Argo wouldn't notice her period had it not been for some wine so she just needed to get over it.  Yet...she couldn't.  Spa day and shopping?  Thought about Argo.  Went to the grocery store?  Thought about Argo?  It was getting ridiculous and with that in mind, she wandered to the kitchen in search of a snack in the hope she'd get to clear her head.  Of course, on the way she passed a window and saw the fan club so when she arrived in the kitchen, Harmony looked like someone'd kicked a puppy.

This...was going to be an issue.