Juno & Cateye
Cateye
Hey Juno, I saw a dress that could win an award for poetry—ever thought about how style writes its own lines?
Juno
Ah, a dress that sings in stitches, each seam a stanza—fashion really is the quiet poet of fabric, crafting verses we can wear.
Cateye
Love that line—like couture, every seam has a secret rhyme, darling. You ever notice how the right outfit can turn a plain day into a runway?
Juno
True, the right outfit is like a quiet sonnet that turns a simple stroll into a runway performance.
Cateye
Exactly, darling—she whispers, then takes center stage. The runway is just a sidewalk with a little extra sparkle.
Juno
She does, just like a quiet poem that suddenly blooms into a spotlight—sidewalks are just waiting stages, darling.