Serena was seated at her desk, scrolling through some final emails when there was a knock on her office door.
Before she could respond, the door swung open, and Emma’s excited voice filled the room.
“They’re here!” Emma announced, stepping aside to let in the glam team.
First walked in a tall, elegantly dressed woman in her mid-thirties, her arms filled with designer garment bags.
She had a confident smile, a measuring tape draped around her neck, and a keen eye for fashion.
“Serena Winthrop,” she greeted smoothly, her voice dripping with professionalism. “I’m Delilah Monroe, your designer for the evening.”
Right behind her, a petite woman with bright red hair and an effervescent personality practically bounced into the room.
“And I’m Paige, your makeup artist!” she chirped, waving
