Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1272

Emma had no idea why her mom was so exhausted; she just assumed it was from some physical pain.

"Mom, you should take a break. The stuff you bought is super useful. I'll use it for the stream later," Emma said, trying to soothe her mom's concerns. Peyton sighed in relief, feeling like she hadn't let her daughter down for once.

She clutched her forehead, her voice faint from the long day out and her constant stress. Clearly, she was worn out. She lay down on the couch.

"Emma, I'm gonna catch some sleep. Don't stress too much, honey. If this city doesn't welcome us, we can always go back to our small town. We'll make it work together," Peyton said, trying to sound reassuring despite her exhaustion. At least they wouldn't have to deal with people like Leona there.

Emma suddenly felt like crying but didn't know what to say.

She was scared that if she spoke, her voice would break, so she stayed quiet.

Too tired to wait for a response, Peyton fell asleep.

Emma covered her with a blanket and then turned her attention to the makeup they had bought. She had watched countless tutorials before but never had the right products to try them out.

sat in front of the

times, but the cheap foundation she had used before always held her back. This new

didn't have time to dwell

was incredibly thorough,

Emma found the hair color spray, she was shocked. There

pink, dyed her hair, and clipped it up casually, leaving

out a black halter

work, the transformation was incredible. She could hardly believe

up and saw a stylish woman in her living room. She was startled at first but then, recognizing it was Emma, frowned

that top a bit too revealing?" she asked, worried about what the small-town folks would say. Emma twirled, smiling, "Too revealing? Mom, I think it looks great. Makes my waist look super slim." Peyton, initially unsure about the bold style, decided to keep quiet seeing her daughter's happiness. "If you like it, that's what matters," she sighed, knowing well the town's people might not approve. Emma, all set, took a deep breath and headed to her bedroom to start her live stream. She was nervous, wondering if her

soon as she went live,

pink hair against her tan skin, along

usual trolls were silenced, replaced with admiration in the

is that