Margaret's POV
In the afternoon, I was sitting on the balcony reading a book when my door was knocked on. I opened it to find 4-5 people carrying boxes and a row of hangers walking in.
"Hello, Luna, we are your styling team for today!" A fashionable woman announced in a tight-fitting dress.
Her unique appearance made me recognize her immediately.
"You're Juliana!" I exclaimed.
Sarah once wanted to hire her as her personal stylist for her birthday party, but Juliana ruthlessly refused. Sarah got so angry that she smashed everything in the room, so I had an excellent impression of her.
"Yes, I'm honored that you know me," she said with a smile.
In the gap between our conversation, her team had already set up their things.
"Luna, what kind of style do you like?" Juliana asked.
"I don't really like anything too constricting." I said. Every time I saw Sarah in an outfit like that at a party, I wondered how she could breathe in it.