Juliette picked up her phone and called Damien.
"Hey, does your wound still hurt?"
"Damien, there's a big jewelry fair happening soon. Can you take me there?" she asked sweetly.
"What jewelry fair?"
"I'll send you a video."
Juliette ended the call and forwarded the video to Damien. A few minutes later, she received a text: "Alright, I'll take you."
Excited, Juliette clapped her hands—only to wince when she accidentally touched her bruised cheek. "Ugh, Sienna! You witch! You’re a jewelry designer, but you don’t even get invited to an event like this!" she muttered angrily.
Meanwhile, Sienna was in her office when she came across the same jewelry fair video. She overheard her coworkers talking about it and learned that attendees had to wear formal outfits—no exceptions. She sighed, re
