Especially since some of them knew the people in the picture. Although they were dying of envy, they knew better than to get on those people’s bad side, and they didn’t know Hera’s real connection to them.
But there were also some who were annoyed, believing Hera acted high and mighty just because she had many backers, thinking she was promiscuous and skilled at maniption.
Not long after, a stylist came running excitedly from who knows where. Spotting Hera, she squealed, "Hera, baby!" She eximed upon seeing Hera quietly seated with arge man beside her.
Hera lifted her head to look at the person who called her name. She was unfamiliar with the voice, and her brow subconsciously furrowed. As she met the person’s eyes, gears began to turn in her head, and like a light bulb switching on, she seemed to remember the person before her.
"Hey! That hurts, you know," she said with a yful hurt expression. "To think that you forgot one of the people who dolled you up for the Charity Auction 2 weeks ago!" Despite her ying hurt, she strode over to Hera without a hint of offense.
All eyes turned to the loud person whose voice boomed with vigor and enthusiasm, almost a pain in their ears. But when they saw her, they were stunned.
"What is the owner doing here?" one of the top artists whispered to the person next to her.
"Isn’t that one of Britney Styles’ disciples? The owner of this ce?" another murmured.
Listening to their whispers, Hera realized that the people who had styled her were all significant figures, yet they remained humble and friendly. She recalled Athena mentioning that Britney Styles, her mother Sasha’s chief stylist at ’Closet Luxe,’ was internationally acimed. If the person before her was one of her disciples, they too likely enjoyed international recognition.
Hera maintained herposure and smiled at the person before her. "Sorry, I haven’t thanked you for the great job you did that day. You all bolted pretty fast," she chuckled, recalling how quickly they had all left, especially Britney.
"Don’t mention it, my dear. We all thoroughly enjoyed the work and were immensely satisfied with the oue," she replied warmly. Her excitement grew as she recalled the day when her mentor and fellow disciples were struck with inspiration, rushing home to interpret their ideas into new styles. They even designed a few additional dresses thatplemented the hair and makeup styles perfectly.
"Anyway, I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself properly to you, my muse. My name is Sandra Stan, Britney Styles’ first disciple—I’ve been with her since I was about 15 or 16 years old," she said with a smile, reflecting briefly on her memories.
"Hello again, Sandra. I didn’t realize this was your store. My manager booked an appointment here for my new junior for styling," Hera said, briefly recognizing Sandra before getting to the point.
"I know. When I found out Betty was your manager, I immediately epted the appointment."
"You mean?" Hera asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sandra pointed at herself, nodding with a wide grin. "I’m your stylist for today. Me, myself, and I."
"Oh!" Hera paused for a moment, then broke into a sweet smile in front of Sandra. Behind Sandra stood Minerva and Alice, their faces flushed with anger. When Hera noticed them, she couldn’t help but smile even sweeter, which only seemed to taunt Minerva and Alice further.
"Senior! I’m done!" A man’s voice snapped Minerva and Alice back to attention. They turned to see him standing outside the styling room, apanied by a stylist who appeared pleased with her work.
"Your junior was naturally handsome to begin with, so I only had to tweak a few minor details," the stylist said, cing her hands on the young man’s shoulders and giving them a proud tap. Her joy dimmed slightly upon noticing their usually busy owner standing nearby, engaged in conversation with someone else.
"Owner! You came?" Her voice was uncertain as she approached Sandra and the people with her. "These are...?"
"Oh, there you are! These are my special guests," Sandra eximed, pulling Hera close and resting a hand on her shoulder. "And this right here is my muse!" She said proudly.
"Oh, the girl who inspired you?" The stylist’s eyes widened with awe and a touch of reverence. "To think I’d see the goddess who inspired your work in the flesh!" She studied Hera from head to toe with admiration, nodding to herself in understanding. She nowprehended why their owner had been so inspired after styling Hera that time—everything seemed toplement her effortlessly. Hera exuded an aura that set her apart from ordinary people.