thirty eight | luna

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^^^This song is the vibe of the chapter

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^^^This song is the vibe of the chapter. Also this song is just a fucking bop that y'all should listen to.

I know that my story can feel slow since sometimes one day can span two or three chapters, but it's just my writing style. I don't like when stories feel rushed or lack details. I want you to enjoy this and I want it to feel real and authentic, not fabricated and hurried. I'm always open to POLITE feedback and constructive criticism.

Let me know if there is anything about my story that I can improve on.

He opens the door and his guests enter, each dressed in tens of thousands of dollars worth of clothing and accessories

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He opens the door and his guests enter, each dressed in tens of thousands of dollars worth of clothing and accessories. "Mr. Styles, it's wonderful to see you again."

"Welcome, come on in," Harry says, stepping aside so the group of designers may enter. There are three women and two men, each of them with a unique look.

They all glance at me, a puzzled look plaguing each of their faces as they try and figure out who I am. Obviously none of them can since I'm not famous, so Harry chimes in, saying, "Everyone, this is Luna. She's a close friend of mine. I hope you don't mind, I invited her here."

"Nice to meet you, Luna, I'm Genevieve," a woman with a red high-fashion bob greets me, shaking my hand. "Are you a model? You are gorgeous!" She asks, gushing as she takes in my facial features.

"No, I'm not," I reply. "But thank you."

She looks back and forth between Harry and I and smirks. I shake everyone else's hands and Harry gathers us into his large living room. Two of the women seem to be helpers, and they wheel in several racks full of clothing. The two men and Genevieve appear to be the designers.

"Sorry, I'm late," I hear from the doorway. I turn my head and see Mrs. Greene walking into the living room. Lucas's mom. I forgot she is on Harry's management team. I've only met her once at Lucas's house when his parents came home unexpectedly while he was throwing a party. Lucas introduced Mack and I to his parents and they were very polite. However, I can't help but feel resentment towards the women in Harry's home after what her son called me.

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