"Delia, why are you sweating like crazy? Is it that hot?"
Eleanor glanced over, surprised to see Delia constantly trying to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
Delia quickly said, "Y-Yeah, totally. Must be the milk tea. Too hot."
"But didn't you just spit all of it out a second ago?"
Ughhh, why did Eleanor have to go full detective mode every time? Her brain was literally short-circuiting. Thankfully, just when she was about to collapse, the dress Ethan had ordered arrived.
And the styling team he'd booked showed up too.
"What the—?!"
Delia stared, completely stunned as the team walked in.
So extra!?
And this wasn't just any team—you had to book them forever in advance. They normally didn't do work for celebs, only for the fancy wives and high-tier werewolf client
