After the press conference, Emerson went to check on Avaleigh in her dressing room. "The matter should settle after this," he reassured.
Avaleigh sat in front of the dressing table and began to untie her hair. It had been tied up in a tight bun, so it felt nice to let her hair loose. Her milk-tea-colored hair spread across her shoulders, releasing a fragrance of rose with hints of lychee. It was a pleasant smell that traveled into Emerson's nose and slightly tickled his heart.
Emerson stood patiently behind the woman, waiting for a response, but was met with silence as Avaleigh tried to think of what to say. She didn't quite understand what had happened at the press conference and she felt a little bad for getting Emerson involved, but she was a little unsure of this man as well.
As she sat there, a slight grumble broke the silence.
Avaleigh immediately blushed and glanced down at her stomach. That was right, she hadn't eaten yet.
