Emily looked at the woman dressed in branded clothing, and she almost didn't recognize her.
Even though she had heard that she was coming back, seeing her in this way still caught her off guard.
"...Grace."
Grace's appearance was beautiful and aggressive, much like her daughter Sophia.
Grace tugged at the corner of her mouth, apparently also surprised to meet Emily here, but she concealed her surprise well and chuckled, "So it's Emily. It's been so many years, and you've a big girl. Are you working as a model here?"
Emily frowned and shook her head, "I'm a makeup artist."
"A makeup artist," Grace smiled affectionately, looking very much like a long-lost family member, "Being a makeup artist is good work."
She waved to the little boy and said, "Herry, come over here to Mommy."
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