Anita & Miga
Social media strategist & make-up artist
Anita (right): “I moved to Hong Kong when I married my husband, who is Australian Chinese. Miga and I grew up in Taiwan. She’s my cousin and also my best friend. We do almost everything together – we even accidentally matched our outfits today. We hang out a lot in CWB as there’s so much to do and also, we love to eat. I love that we now both live in the same city again.”
Miga (left): “I live in Causeway Bay with my husband who’s an Australian hairstylist. I moved here this year to be with him. I met him at Anita’s wedding. He went to high school with Anita’s husband. Living in CWB is so convenient, everything we need is just downstairs from our apartment.”
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